
Grandma Clare and Grandpa Rob cornered Max in the Rockaway Swing. He wasn't able to escape, though he certainly tried a few times. In all honesty, the visit was a success. Max behaved like a champ, ate a femur-shaped bone, pooped in the street, slept at my feet during dinner and didn't make a peep the whole time. Wait, which Max am I writing about again? Oh yeah, my son... He did well, too. Rumor has it, Alyssa even changed Max's diaper. As for me, I took the afternoon off and feigned interest in golf while everyone ooed and aahed over Max.
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