This photo of Lucas and I in front of the rasta orangutang (he actually had dreadlocks), reminded me of my mom. No, my mom is not a rastafarian or a monkey. Her dad was. We always joked when I was a kid that my grandpa was a monkey. She taught us to say grandpa whenever the gorilla photo came up in our Fisher Price camera. I am sure that my grandpa, always teasing us, really appreciated that. Happy Birthday, Mom. I had some cake for you. Notice any family resemblance in the photo?
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What a beautiful family I have! Beautiful wife, handsome son, and hairy rastafarian mother-in-law (just kidding Mom C).
-Michael
hysterical comment, Mike!
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