Daddy's not-so-little helper

Things were oddly quiet this afternoon inside my house: I was able to grade seven papers in a row! Concerned, I went outside to investigate (where where those children, after all? Their job is supposed to be to keep me from grading!). Here is where I found Braden:

He and Daddy were washing my truck. Yes, that truck is mine. Kyle drives a car. I'm the badass with the Dodge Hemi. At least that is what I like to think...


Braden decided he wanted a picture with his shirt off. I tried to get Kyle to take his off, too, but he didn't even consider it. Someday, when Braden is 16 and is outside washing his first truck shirtless, I'll take a pic and use that one and this one in his senior ad in the yearbook. There aren't any pictures of Garrett because he was, at this point, naked. He prefers nakedness and, since he is two, I let him.