What hath night to do with sleep?

To celebrate the disbursement of my stimulus package on a combination of new glasses and a pile of contact lenses to last me into the next millennium, I present to the good folk of the world a photograph of sweet little Ezra doing his impression of an infantryman deep into training (sans barbed wire).

Although he remains essentially pre-verbal, I have very little doubt that this fellow will evolve into the epitome of a blandiloquent bachelor, with a lady on each arm and a spring in every step!



[Note, I'm trying out a new feature in this post, consider it a 'hidden' word of the day for people to steal and pass of as an example of their own imposing vocabulary. I bet you can't guess today's!]