Poor buddy buster.
Look at him, all melancholy.
Dreaming of monster truck rallies.
Feeling defeated by the whims of his two sisters and his unhelpful mother.
Wishing someone could just hand him a hammer or a wrench already.
Actually. He put the headband on himself and the mopey expressions were all because he was just very hungry and wanted a snack. He couldn't understand why I was taking pictures instead of peeling a banana for him.
Poor little buddy buster.