And a promised trip to Hugo's had nothing to do with it.
Since we were so lax in capuring his last visit in photos, I decided we needed to do better this time.
As soon as M3 arrived decked out in his Texas Longhorn gear, C knew he had to get rid of some of that burnt orange. They played with the hat for a while, then it went away for the rest of the weekend. We don't do that orange stuff around here.
The "big boys" came over to play Risk, and C joined in.

I would love to know how the name "M3" came about...
ReplyDeleteAre you kidding? Since C has been in the world his NLB uncle has been "conquering the world" - that's all the kid is going to know!
ReplyDeleteMohawk Monitor Man. 3 M's = M3.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that mom quote, by the way. Just noticed it. So good.
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