I'm official!

We all went down to the "Office for Official Paperwork," also known as, a much more ridiculous DMV. Mom got her address card and I applied for my Hungarian passport. Dad reminded me not to smile, and I did exactly that. I'm a true patriot. It's also obvious I have Eastern European roots due to my love for tomatoes and pickles, the two staple foods you can find anywhere here. 

My new obsession is sticking out my tongue. This is a photo from the DMV when mom asked me what dad looks like when he walks past a window. I guess he's into licking stuff.