guess

he walked in.

said good morning to gimmy.

crawled up onto uncle richie's lap.

hanging out with the guys.

filling them in on his morning.

i will let you guess what he did next.

what had grown men burst into uncontrollable giggles.

had i not been there i am sure atta boy & high fives would have been given.

i know...

i am fighting a losing battle.

boys will be boys.

but i am not giving up without a fight.