Whitman boys.

I like tattoos. I have four. Whoops! Make that five:

I was surprised to see that I didn’t blog getting Gus’s name on the other arm, which happened earlier, both absolutely and relative to the age of the infant in question. Dang, I look tired in this picture.

That’s because Gus was less than two weeks old when he first visited the tattoo shop:

Fun for the whole family.

Anyway, Happy Father’s Day. To me, especially. I have great kids.

“Dada, let’s look for worms to put around here” [indicating the steering shaft of his tricycle].

“No, silly, worms don’t belong around your handlebars! Have you ever seen a worm riding a bicycle?”

[without a pause] “Yes. When I was driving home, I saw a worm riding a bicycle.” [pause] “Silly worm!”

The Gus is getting entirety too fast on his feet.