I’m often told that I’m a funny kid. Maybe it’s true, I don’t know. It’s not that I try to be funny. I just like to do things my own way and when I find something that I brings me joy I stick with it.<\/p>\n

The creation of this post is actually a good example of that. This story was supposed to be written a long time ago and the original plan was quite different. But when inspiration strikes me I chase after what makes me happy. Perhaps it would be better if I start at the beginning.<\/p>\n

For almost 2 years now I have been periodically doing something that Mommy has always thought was funny. Every once in a while I like to put Mommy’s oven mitts on my feet. From the first day I did it Mommy knew she wanted to share this with the world and only one thing stood in the way.<\/p>\n

The oven mitts have a tendency to find they way onto my feet when I’m in the kitchen with Mommy. While Mommy cooks I play and look for ways to amuse myself. It’s always great fun when Mommy turns around and there I am standing in the middle of the kitchen with big red oven mitts on my lower extremities.<\/p>\n

The issue is that these candid moments don’t lend themselves well to being documented in the photographic form. Mommy’s hands are often dirty and there is never a camera around when you need it. For the most part all of the attempts to take a good picture have come too late.<\/p>\n