My parent's hosted Drew's graduation party at our house the day after graduation. We gorged ourselves on surf burgers and red/white foods and hung out with family/friends.
(he's actually trying eating a chip out of Z's mouth... baby-bird style)
Drew will love me for documenting the exciting end to the night but as him and my dad were crossing the street in front of our house a truck came barreling down the street, and as he held his hand up to motion to slow down it hit his hand! Nothing came of anything but since the fire chief lives across the street and watched the scene go down, he went ahead and called the ordeal in.