My Country 'Tis of Beer

Last year, about this time, you might have been able to question the boy's patriotism. Hey, it's great to love your Great-Grandmother and lie around naked, fewer things could be more 'Merican. This year, however, Max has pulled out all the stops.

I have no photographic proof but, right after this picture was taken, Max unfurled an American Flag, slapped a NASCAR sticker on his booty, went out to the sidewalk, found a couple of Canadian two year-olds and kicked their ass. Just to make sure there was a giant exclamation point on his holiday, right after the parade, Max climbed to the top of the knoll and placed a rack of about 10 thousand bottle rockets on the bonfire.

UPDATE:Fulfilling Katie's prediction: small amounts of brat and tiny, residual traces of beer result in some seriously potent diaper bombs.