Jack checking out the feral cats that live in our back yard.

Unbeknownst to me I am considered a giant in this Liliputian land. The doorways in our house were all built for the local elves. Of course the shortest door is the one to our master bedroom. As you can see by my dazed look I'm still jet lagged and probably suffering from multiple head injuries at this point. Jack gets credit for this shot (pretty well framed for a 5 year old I thought).