Max and Miles who, to Me, Will Always be Secretly Named "Gus"

The blog about Max and his little brother, Miles. Stunningly cute boys and future leaders of the rebel forces.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

The Late Bloomer

And, lo, there arrived (finally) a tooth. And it was good. Seriously, we were starting to worry. Thirteen months go by and we've got a kid who's walking, pretty verbal, damn smart, dashingly handsome but, but, but he's got no teeth. I was starting to compose talks with Max about his "special" mouth. The talks I would have to give him after his little dentures fell out during recess in front of everyone. The talks where I explain that I love him even though he's a toothless freak.

I don't know about you but some good-lookin' dude starts chatting you up all witty-like at the local watering hole; once you notice he's got no teeth, you're gonna catch the bartender's eye and ask for the check . . pronto. It doesn't matter if the guy's got real golden eyelashes, the man has no teeth!

But now, all of these problems are solved. Hell, even a one-toothed mouth can be explained away with some colorful story-telling about a life on the bear-boxing circuit/spent in the circus/testing toothpastes. . . and wouldn't you like another drink? Barkeep, another Screaming Viking over here, please. And a Highland Park for me, thanks.

Monday, April 02, 2007

So Cute, He Glows!

I've spent the last couple days trying to figure out if there's anything I could say that would somehow make a picture of Max, who we see here sucking on a lit flashlight which is causing his cheeks to glow, funnier. I've decided that there isn't. Enjoy.

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