I have come to the conclusion that the cutest kids in the D.C. area live next door to me. Maybe you feel like you could say the same about your neighbors children. That is fine and well as long as you are not in D.C. because I have crowned these little ones with that title. This town ain’t big enough for multiple sets of “cutest kids.”
Meet my main man here. He likes Thomas the Train, digging in the flowerbed next to his house, dump trucks, and pretending to drive the parked family car while his co-pilot, dad, reads the paper from the passenger seat on a lazy Saturday morning.