They swear that's a foot and a half long corndog from the fair, but I have my doubts. The least offensive guess I have is a deep fried Geoduck.
FB enjoying a massive jalapeno filled hamburger. Apparently, he hammered this back along with a big order of curly fries and more than one soda. Oh, to be a growing boy.
FB and the Cuz on the beach cruisers, preparing to ride into town. I bit my tongue about the lack of protective headgear. He spent the week with the Cuz (formerly known as PChinkins..now lacking the chins) riding all over the town like some pedal power bike gang. I would like to point out that, despite FB wearing the same thing, these pictures were not taken on the same day. And that I sent him to my brothers with more than his swim trunks and a single shirt.
This may be the closest he came to bathing all week:
My bro assured me they were in the water everyday, and that he took that opportunity to keep FB as clean as the dog. After his shower the night he got home I asked him how it felt to be clean and he said that he had taken a shower that morning. When I said that was because his uncle knew better than to send him home to me without one, he replied, "Aunt Ardie wouldn't let me out of the house unless I took one first." Which frankly, makes more sense. My brother wouldn't have cared if the entire complement of passengers on the plane would need to be revived after being overcome by the miasma of funk from my boy, but the SIL is a little more philanthropic.
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