How we roll.
Dinnertime. A father-son time.
Yeah…wonder if they’re related.
And then this one, kickin’ back with a full belly,
And then looking for his toes under the table and below the smeared sugar snap pea parts left on the table post-feeding-frenzy.
And finally, the tell-tale signs of a good day spent up and the need for a place to lay his head.
Tucker them out, put them to bed, and call it a day.
