black fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish.

saturday morning i was getting ready for clara and andy's shower. while brushing my teeth, i heard clint talking. and the words were rhyming. and since i'm not married to dr. seuss...i thought it was a bit weird.

i snuck down the stairs and captured the above picture. he was reading "one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish" to pratt.

i love it. i love how he's holding pratt's feet in his hand.

something about clint is so relaxing to pratt. if he's upset, usually he'll fall fast asleep on his chest. clint makes it look so easy.

we love you dad.