You pack up your stuff in a camera case and get your musical keys and go:

At least until the child safety doorknob cover stops you:

During a similar plot to escape and create a better life down the street where they have better toys, he grabbed his entourage, which normally consists of Puppy, Little Puppy, Elephant, Dinosaur, and Lightning McQueen:

I had to bring every single one of those in with me, in addition to a shoeless Handsome, a diaper bag, McDonald's bag and drinks, and an umbrella when we went shopping for a vehicle that would be able to hold all of his Highness' friends. He didn't care for the doorknob cover, so he tried to escape in another way:

I figured something was up when the box giggled as it was picked up.

How could he want to leave us? We have a fish that tries to mate with Spongebob:

Dogs that are dumb as dirt:

Dogs that now know how to get up to the higher levels of the Rainbow system so they can annoyingly lick us up there:

Or stay at the bottom and steal shoes:

He loved having Pumpkin back for a week, as did Fuzzy, evidenced by his humping Pumpkin's bed energetically:

Fuzzy so energetically and vocally humped Pumpkin's bed that Bubba showed her cousins with a visual on the chair against the pillow just what Fuzzy spends his day doing, with her imitating Fuzzy's snorting while he does it. Apparently that put Fuzzy in the mood just hearing it, and he also made the snorting noises in the background, providing the perfect conundrum for me--do I laugh because it was impossible not to, or do I reprimand both of them for being vulgar? I had to do both, telling Bubba that Fuzzy is a dirty dog and telling Fuzzy that he was warping my daughter's mind, but if he was going to do it again, could he wait until I got it on video?

How could Handsome want to leave his big sister, who creates such cool things as her own puzzles:

and the most adorable love note Mower and I have ever seen:

We also have cool new things in the backyard to stare at while eating wild mushrooms:

We were reminded at how little mushrooms we have had in our life during our visit to Austin, where one of the trees looked like something out of a Dr. Suess book:

And if we weren't on mushrooms, I'm sure this wouldn't have seemed so funny, like a clown car filled with overweight bearded ladies:

Handsome, don't leave us just yet. The crepe myrtles are finally blooming:

Your cousins are goofy and fun:

And who else will we get to amuse us for doing normal, everyday things like fall asleep in weird positions:

I love you, my adorable little "tobbler." You may hog the bed, shove things in my mouth that you think I should "EAT!", and have some of the rankest diapers ever filled by professionals poopers, but you're my little man and always will be.