Pouting at its finest

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I love geriatrics. If you’ve ever worked with this age group then you know they digress back to childhood tendencies. I captured his pouting face. I had just told him it was too cold to go outside and the steps had ice on them. Of course he didn’t believe me. Once he opened the door and the cold wind hit his soft but wrinkled cheeks, he quickly shut the door. He shuffled his way back to his recliner and plopped down pouting. •

I made brownies though so the pouting didn’t last long.