Last night on a trip to WalMart to get catfood.
Zach boldly wearing a coonskin cap (that I bought him years ago on one of our many visits to San Antone) and not giving a rats ass what anybody thinks.
Ben comically wearing one of those fur lined hats with the ear-flaps.
And Dillon in his trusted and weathered UT ball cap.
All of us groovin' to Ben's new (and brilliant) Red Hot Chili Peppers' CD set with joyful and reckless abandon.
Life is good.
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