This morning I laid Zoodle on the floor to get his diaper changed and get him dressed. I unbuttoned and unzipped his footie pajamas while he craned his neck to watch whatever was on PBS Kids.
Chickie giggled. "He looks like a rock star!" she said. "Like on American Idol."
I smiled. "What do you mean?"
She explained, "Because part of his shirt is unbuttoned!"
Hmm, very perceptive, that girl. (And maybe still a little obsessed with shirtless males?)
So here he is, folks...your American Idol!