mr. poopy pants.

No, he didn't poop his pants...that I know of, at least! 

I've been taking pictures of Wells' cousin Fallon for quite some time.

He and his mommy were visiting from North Carolina, so we arranged a six month session.

Though he didn't need much coaxing to put on the big grins, his mommy and aunt only needed to call him

"Mr. Poopy Pants,"

and we were all in stitches.

Let the good times roll!