We attended a funeral on Monday. Rest in Peace Uncle Mitch. As many people often do, we went to a bar afterwards. Being the good parents that we are, we brought our boys. Max was instantly at home there. He was behind the bar, handling money, he even somehow got Jason and I on a football board and got the owner of the bar to agree to giving him guitar lessons. After we left, he told me he loved it there and was excited to tell all of his friends. I'm sure we'll be getting a call from his teacher.
Maximo and grandpa managing a smile on a sad day.
Grandpa is schooling Max on how to be a man I'm sure.
Just like his dad, buying a round. Acutally, this was for a bag of chips.
And Micah passed out at the bar. We like to start em young. lol.
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