Got a little Captain in You?

Last Friday, Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Scott, Aunt Nancy and I went out to eat at the Chimes. I entertained everyone for hours as a sat in my high chair attempting to gag myself with a spoon, a fork, and anything else I could get my hands on. When those were taken from me, I attempted to yank all of Aunt Nancy's hair from her head, then followed that up with a nice fish hook to the mouth. As you can imagine, I was exhausted by the end of the night.

As we were leaving the restaurant, Daddy saw Captain Morgan, the mascot of the alcoholic beverage that no one in my family drinks, handing out samples. Daddy asked him to take a picture with us. Here we are:

I was fascinated by this Captain fellow, who seemed to take his role VERY seriously. Look how proud he is to be wearing a ruffled shirt and fake facial hair. Fascinating! And look at daddy. Isn't he a happy camper? He thinks the beer wenches are there for his benefit, but I think we all know whose luscious thighs lured them over.

In any case, this post isn't long, I just wanted to share a bit of my adventures with you. See you soon.