Superman....

... turned 4 today!

Conor has developed a faintly irritating dislike for having his photo taken, so I have to use subterfuge (here, hiding behind kitchen cabinets, while he thinks he's hiding behind the door frame). When relatives want a lovely picture of the kids for their album, I have to bribe him with sweeties.

I hope it's just a phase as, when his hair's cut better (that is, not by me) he's a real cutie. Obviously, now he's a 'big boy' I can't call him that to his face any more.