Gettin' Jiggy

A couple of Sunday mornings ago, Kristen and I were sitting at the dining room table with the laptop and morning paper and we asked Bryce to go upstairs and get dressed. He soon appeared at the bottom of the stairs in his underwear and socks, Noir in hand, and announced he was going outside to dance. Quinn quickly realized the opportunity at hand, stripped out of his pajamas, and followed Bryce outside.

From the dining room we saw them walk by the front window and I grabbed my camera. The following will provide a small sliver of proof of what we deal with every. single. day.

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