Seth is my boy. He likes to disagree and says that he is "Daddy's boy", but I know the truth. He rarely walks. Sometimes he runs, but most of the time he gallops. Ask him any question and he most likely will reply, "No Mama." He can put together a 24 piece puzzle of the United States in a few short minutes, and if there is anything resembling a horse within 100 feet, he will spot it. When I find toothpaste smeared all over the living room floor, all he has to do is gallop on over and say "Sorry" (which sounds nothing like the word sorry) and all is forgiven. He's my boy. Don't know what I would do without him.
More pictures from Champion Park
Just a little dirt...
Poor kid. This is when Seth lost interest in the fountains and just wanted to be held. A rare moment and a good time to wind things down and head home!