Roman

I've been hanging out with the adorable, fat-cheeked, incredibly chill and laid-back little guy. He's Roman, our youngest nephew, the fourth child of Nathan's younger brother.


And just check out the chunk on him:



I could eat him.

I did eat him.

Yum.

Anyway, most of the time, his expression is something like this:


"Whatever."

He always looks unimpressed with the world, like he just can't wait to grow up and be able to actually do something about it.


"What. Ev. Er."


"Gah! Help! Ugh!"


"Whateeever."


"Guh. Whatever."





"What. Ever."