We don't need any stinking paternity tests - the way Maddox watches t.v. (slackjawed and mezmerized) is proof enough.
But that's nothing. The big news on Saturday was the CIRCUS (of which I got no photos). Here is the important stuff:
Taking the train was almost as exciting as everything else.
I wanted to take a picture of everything Grumpaw and Nonna bought to eat but it just came so fast and furious, I couldn't keep up. They were very generous and let Maddox devour the entire box of popcorn all by himself, though.
Maddox loved the circus and when he woke up on Sunday and we asked what he would like to do, he replied, "Go to the circus!" I think it's better left as a yearly event.