

So, at one point we pulled out the old copper-bottomed pan (obviously) and let the kid band away to his little heart's content.


And then we plopped Brad's (daddy's) hat on the kid, and we got a mixed emotions overload! Adorably pathetic, gangstah, and chillin' like a villain'. Whoodah thunk?




Special Thanks To:
Kirby--for being the main entertainment man.
Steve--for being the main grandpa entertainment man.
Yani--for being the main grandma entertainment... woman. :)
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