He’s been a saucy minx.

He’s beaten Batman, Gorilla Grog, and Jasmine in Scrabble; painted the boys’ noses red in their sleep; hidden in my stocking; completed an amazing self-portrait; done trapeze acts on the boys’ ceiling fan; and been aptly nicknamed, “The Poopin’ Elf” by our 2yo, who then refused to use the bathroom unless I covered Ozzy with a towel every time he had to “go” so that he wouldn’t accidentally touch him.

Ozzy friday

Ozzy’s going to need a serious vacation come Christmas Eve.

P.S. That pic of him on the ceiling fan is not him in selective color, btw; that’s just not my thang. The boys’ room simply looks gray and white.