Mommy and Daddy left late last night for San Francisco because they had to work, so they left me up here with Gram, Grampa and my cousins for extended play time.
And so I could celebrate my nine months old birthday at a pub called the Bridgetender.
How cool is that? How many infants can throw down a few cold ones during one of the nine most important days of their life so far? And how many infants look so mature that they don't have to show ID to get into a drinking establishment?
Boo. Yah.
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