Further proof that Reid is most definitely my child. Rendered in ancient black and white, there I am, at not quite the age of two. It seems I discovered I was too tired to go further and just flopped over on the chair. I'm pretty sure those are my grandpa Knut's legs and feet. I have no memory of this event but according to my mother, I could fall asleep pretty much anywhere.
While Michael is busily occupied with whatever it is 6yo boys do, Reid has paused just long enough next to the footstool to realize he's pooped. A talent, no doubt, he inherited from moi.