Four Generations and Then Some

Baby Bee, her daddy, me, my Mama. Fortified by Young, Younger, and Youngest Aunties. Not in that order. But those who need to know can sort it out.

Number One Son is quite comfortable surrounded by a room full of femality. Even when all the extras are not there, the household is predominately female, including the pets.

So it was only natural that we congregate in his living room to do what we do best. Which this day included persuading him to put on a solid-color shirt with those plaid shorts before going out in public.

No charge. It's just a thing we do. Bounce babies and dispense maternal advice.

Happy Mothers Day

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