So --on a fine morning we gathered 4 boys.
Three of them born in 2016.
In varied moods and pliability.
And you bribe with duckie, ball,
And then one hollers-
so you are down to three.
What do mean my treat is a baby brother?
I don't want to look at you anymore.
Hey, grownup, why are you jumping
up and down and waving your arms?
I will take care of you, brother.
You're gonna be ok.
But, now I need to smell a flower.
One is escaping!
Time to wrestle!
What do you mean we have to stay in the
pack and play for three minutes?
I am not so sure
of all of this camera stuff.
But, I sure like all
the toys they have for me.
Wonder what they will have us do
the NEXT time they get us all together?
It might be even more challenging
to gather and seat this crew together-
it is all good.