One evening last month, I lost my son.  I don't mean frantically searching the tri-level department store lost.  He just didn't come inside with Celie, and he usually is nipping at her heels.  So, I stuck my head out the back door and hear nothing.  No Archer. Knowing he is his father' son, I begin to wonder what he is destroying.  Dixon boys are only quiet when they are doing something they shouldn't or hiding after they've done something they shouldn't.  I tromp down the stairs, working up my mad Mama face, preparing to throw down some serious parenting skills, and find this...  

Baby boy fell asleep RIDING HIS 4WHEELER!  Oh, to catch a nap like that!  Just look at that angel face.  Eat.  It.  Up.