One Hand in My Pocket

I popped out to the shops a little while ago leaving Mack with a very sleepy Tazling. I found the two of them fast asleep when I got back, and couldn't resist snapping a quick picture. It really was an "awwww sweet" moment. Then I took a closer look at where Taz's hand was - deep in her father's pocket. Hopefully that won't become a habit.