A Sweaty Vanna White

My faithful little assistant was very excited about a package I got in the mail today.  It's a vintage Cricket lamp that I'm hoping to robot-ize.  He, of course, thinks it's his.

Between basketball with Jedi-7 and lamp-loving, he got a little sweaty.

(By the way, yes, I am aware he's wearing odd pajama pants in the middle of the afternoon.  We're potty training, and he can't pull jeans down on his own.  I swear I have real clothes for public consumption.)