The boy graduated from basic training on Friday. We drove down to see the event. While we were there, we took the opportunity to corrupt our grandson.
(that's my Blue Moon rub on tattoo from the August kit)
Now for the graduate.
Then he walked into the water. Apparently without fear, but with much bravado, especially after he dove in and belly flopped onto the bottom of the sandbar.
socks to follow soon.
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