No more TJ MAXX for MAX

For all you friends of Dada and Papa’s — the bar has just been raised.  Chad and his son Colin just came over (who I wasn’t allowed to play with because I’m not allowed to be near big boy germs for a few more weeks.) Anyway, they dropped off a ton of groceries for my Dads and a whole year’s worth of designer duds for me.  That means Dada (Dave) can stop going to TJ Maxx on his lunch break getting me last year’s styles for less. From now on, I only wear the best. Two words: Ralph Lauren. Can I get an Amen! 

In other news, today I went to the Physical Therapist to learn special exercises to rotate my head. Claudia was very gentle with me… and she smelled good too. I wonder if she’s into younger guys?  See, when I was in my mom’s tummy, I stayed in one position — that means I must learn to stretch the other directions so I never have to wear one of those helmet thingies.  Not that I’m judging those helmet babies… we’re all God’s children. 

Love Maxwell