When you roll with the Barnes clan, you better be prepared for non-stop action. This weekend, my Aunt Sherri did a half marathon, and I was there to welcome her at the finish line! Ok, so the finish happened to coincide with my nap time, but a boy does the best he can. In all seriousness, REI needs to start developing their sleeping bags with Dad-coat technology. That was the toasty-ist nap ever.
Next was a stop at our good friend's, the Francesconi's house. I'm intrigued by music and instruments, and Dad humored me with a duet or two. Trust me, it's not too early to start throwing around words like "prodigy" or "virtuoso." I'm that good.
All that partying can't keep you from your Sunday worship. Here I am, (alone) playing with MY toys before church. Fortunately, my friend Ethan has forgiven me for for that embarrassing incident where I might have unlawfully acquired his favorite airplane. Very insensitive of me in retrospect, but good friends are gracious like that.
Sunday night, and it's off to Grandma and Grandpa's house to hang with the rest of the family. It's a thankless job, but someone has to clean up after the horde moves through. It is rumored that the Barnes's are descended from Jutes and Saxon's, so that would explain the horde-like behavior, and the devouring of every tasty morsel in sight. What makes us more evolved than our ancestors is that WE wash our dishes afterward. And what makes me more evolved as a man, is that I'm not afraid to wash dishes. Don't let the shirtless chiseled physique fool you. I'm a renaissance man. I can wash a dish just as well I can play a piano!
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