Things I really love about this picture:
The kid. Love him. He totally rocks.
The kid's pose. He is really that cool.
The kid's pants. My dad wore red sweatpants.
The Dr. Suess books on the table. We are from the South, and we are literate.
The absence of junk strewn all over the floor. I have no idea how this happened. Our floor rarely is "junkless."
The absence of papers/hairbrushes/sundry items stacked on the bookcase. This is unheard of, and I'm sure something similar to the phenomenon that occurs when "images" show up in photos. In all honesty, there probably was junk everywhere on that shelf, it just unexplainably disappeared for the photo.
The false image. It might propagate the idea that I keep a tidy house with quiet and calm children. BA HA!