Like father, like son. Something interesting over there you two?
Present time with mom.
"I have no idea what this is, but I love it. I'm guessing this is something I'm supposed to throw? No? Tell you what, I'm just gonna chuck it and see how I feel. Not bad."
"Sweet. Fake food. From here on out I take all my meals standing to save time."
"Here son, let me help you with that hippity-hop."
Dr. Xavier Strangelove, I presume.
"This is almost too much to take in. I sure hope a personalized beanbag chair doesn't appear or I may lose my crap."
"What, are you kidding me!"
"Diaper change! Don't say I didn't warn you!"
"Just a sec. Need to roll up these sleeves before in get elbow-deep in some presents."
"Yeah, you guys go right ahead. I'm just gonna chew this for a bit."
"Say, I'm all about you feelin' comfortable here, but didn't you have a shirt on when you arrived? And didn't you wear a shirt sans pants last time you came over? Can you even get in the door at McDonald's?"
"Talk to the hand, foster dog."
Rockin' the mego block table. And, if I do say so myself, having much more fun than the boy and girl in the picture."
High steppin' in the Hotel bounce house. Hey Xavier, I see London.
Smile Kara. Well, at least we got a grin out of the shirtless wonder.
"Ummmm... there's no crying in the bounce-house-inside-of-a-house."
"This thing'll be broken in two weeks. Tops."
