I love the look of steely resolve in this toddler spaceman's face. Although not yet old enough to wear pull-ups, he defends laser-charred remains of the planet Earth with grim determination, his curled lip unquivering as he faces a slavering alien horde ready to rip him limb from limb and squeeze the honey-sweet meconium from his bowels directly into their slurping protuberances.
Morning Thing: Neonate Spaceman
I love the look of steely resolve in this toddler spaceman’s face. Although not yet old enough to wear pull-ups, he defends laser-charred remains of the planet Earth with grim determination, his curled lip unquivering as he faces a slavering alien horde ready to rip him limb from limb and squeeze the honey-sweet meconium from […]