After the tater race (I lost, but only because of my lumpy pototo, I swear), it was time for the water balloon toss. (aka - the best game ever invented). Here's the twelve and under heat preparing to sqaure off.
The people waiting in line for the next showing watched in disbelief as Stephen stomped flowers, pulled them out and threw them at us whilst laughing manically (as his dad looked on non-chalantly from like 5 ft away). When we asked Louis about it later he wearily replied "Hey man, he's a six year old. You've got to pick your battles." Hahahaha.
On Thursday, my whole company took the afternoon off to see "The Matrix: Reloaded." (Yeah, we're big, fucking dorks. I know). Louis' six year old son Stephen came along and the movie got him so wound-up that when we got out of the theater he jumped up into this big potted flower display outside the theater and started romping through them...
