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, July 05, 2007

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.


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