The Zig and I like to take the bus together to the market. Here he is waiting for it to arrive:
And with his find at the market:
And with his find at the market:
Someone, stop the Scrumptiousness (and I'm not talking about the fruit):
But I'm biased. And he won't always have these small, pudgy hands, so I have to brag about them while I can:
Sweet, sweet Zig.
(And the cherries were good too.)
