A couple of weeks ago, I posted about how, when Logan was the same age as Izaak, he was acting more like a tomcat – peeing, yowling, pacing – whereas all Izaak has done is just gotten tomcatly bulk. I also mentioned that I call him “my little sausage”.
Relax, Zak…It’s kind of like baloney. Different, but…that sort of taste.
But as he’s been bulking up, I’ve been calling him my Falukorv more and more. And today, I did a little sketch…
…Which turned a little whimsical. I may need to finish this one up.