WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: HOPE
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Oh that’s cute!
Thanks! Glad you got a kick out of it!
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Thanks I think! Thanks for wandering by Frizztext!
Hehe his facial expression when getting that letter
The facial expression was just from mailing the letter. We actually never got a response, sadly – the letter got returned. Boo hoo. Thanks for wandering by!
His facial expression made me smile…my son does the same expression when he’s hoping for something. Just priceless moments!
Totally agree! Kids’ facial expressions are so awesome because they’re completely out of their control! I was trying to snap pictures of the kids with their sour spray candy this weekend, but was laughing too hard so they were blurry. Thanks for wandering by! Hope to see you again soon!
What a great expression! Thanks!
I thought so too! Thanks for wandering by!!