As a parent in this day and age, it is pretty much mandatory that I opine about my son’s superior qualities relative to all the other kiddies of the world. (Of course, I’m supposed to do this silently, or perhaps in the private company of Mr. P or a grandparent… not proclaim it in a blog post.)
Seriously. Seriously, though, this is a freaking bad-ass rendering of the Statue of Liberty.
