I've been back from our summer trip to Indiana for over a week now, but while I was there I did a little firebreathing for my growing crowd of nieces and nephews. The funny thing is that I had their rapt attention, but for my own kids the firebreathing hardly registered.
The worst part is that when they are teenagers they'll actually be embarrassed by it.
Observant readers may notice that I am wearing the same dirty sleeveless shirt as in the last picture. I've had that bad boy since college and over the years it has faded from black to a rich patina of gray. Every time Anna makes a pile of clothes to throw away I manage to save this gem, this true treasure of the t-shirt drawer.
