Isaac wanted to put on his garden gloves, which announced so very clearly one night before bed. What you have here is a prime example of Isaacal-style; we thought the hat would "lend a dash of drama." He danced and sang, though you wouldn't know it from this picture. It rather looks like he's been forced into something ("You're a monkey, Derek!").
I snuck a flattering picture of Jared in right afterward, but he managed to get me back. Our evenings in Isaac's room are getting more and more drawn out as Isaac learns the art of distraction for use in stalling bedtime.