Mom and me (I'm really trying to get away...).
They bribe me with lollipops.
Mom and dad, trying to get me in the picture.
Me, hanging out with Dad.
Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
They say this is my mom and dad--I'm sure that's my dad, but that woman doesn't look AT ALL like my mom. It was kind of good because then I didn't have to scream and cry when she left for the evening. (It also didn't hurt that my babysitter was a cute blonde....)
The whole birthday crew at Soba--I'm glad I wasn't there. Not enough stuff for me to break.