Top four reasons I know I'm at a mother/son barbeque:
1. Being offered the prize findings of my son's nasal passages
on more than one occasion. Disgusting.
2. Many nearby requests for more 'toot beer' and 'poot beer' from the server (a.k.a. elder.) No doubt he appreciated that.
3. "Guess what, I know how to get food up to my nose!" Uhhh....
4. Lemonade is no longer a drink but a dip for chips.
I don't think life gets much better than this.
Love you, weirdo.
6 comments:
How fun! You look really tall with those boots on!
I love that suburban cowboy.
Great pics!
that looks like lots of fun~
It was so fun. If only I were that tall..... :)
It looks like everyone had a good time. I like your boots.
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