Zane wanted to be like his friend, William, and get this cool fridge farm. He loves it. When he presses the chicken in the loft of the barn, it plays music. Zane claps, waves his arms, and dances. And makes sure that everyone else does, too. Here he is doing one of his signature moves.
I love this next picture for two reasons: a) what is that expression on his face?! b) he looks like he’s doing the ‘robot’. And maybe he is.
“kdofiewlakfoijeow” or some kind of German, said with an innocent look on his face.
Upon further inspection I find the horse, duck, and cow “behinds” in the trash. None of the heads made it into the trash can. Weird. Guess I can count my losses on the ham. I’m sure it’s sitting in a landfill somewhere.
Switching gears, Zane tries to eat out of the dog bowls face first. Just like the puppies. But heaven forbid we stop there. Drop a yogurt melt on the floor?