Pissing Cherubs, Buckets of Wine & Scooters.

A few weekends ago I went to a family reunion.

My family members have stuff like this in their backyard.

That's how we roll.

I chose to bypass the pissing cherub and instead headed straight for the bucket of wine. 

That's how I roll.

Yes, we're of German and Irish stock so there are buckets of wine at our family reunions.

THANK GOD.

And then this 10 year old that I am somehow remotely related to was all, like, "I'M A SCOOTER RIDING GENIUS!"

And, of course, I couldn't just let that claim go unchallenged. 

So then this happened.