Little King (sort of),

Queen Mother (real).

Hrrrrr... Now I am a little tiger (stripless) One of my beatufull sporadic smiles

Shall we go to parrade? Mom, you are still not ready!!!

Schvarrrrzzzz...

...zenegggeeerr

That's the real smile...

in the middle of conversation Looking ahead (there is nothing interesting behind, yet)

Where am I... People... Heeelp...

Sweet dreams for all of us (but a photographer) Mama goes out, I go to sleep; I go out, Mama goes creazy.