More Feynman
Okay. He is just too cute for words.
My mother and sister both have this bizarre and impossibly cute way of calling their dogs “little.” They baby talk and say “You are just little! You are just so little!” to the dogs. Of course I picked the this up and as a result Kevin picked this up, and now we call Feynman “Little” so much now that he will come when called either “Feynman,” “Feyny,” or “Little.” A corollary to the Rule of Little is that Kevin and I now call one another “Big,” which of course confuses the hell out of people who have no idea what we are talking about. Which is most people.
Here’s Kevin & Feynman:
Here’s Feynman with his upper lip caught underneath his lower teeth, which just kills me:
Here’s Feynman with his crazy long hair, and Kevin in the background with various Cat5 and USB cables draped around his neck for no apparent reason:
Here’s Feynman humping his good bitchfriend Eika:
Here’s Feynman with a ball in his mouth. I wonder where he learned that?
And finally here’s Feynman with his new haircut:
Oymygod I am just such a gay dad.
