Meet The Fockers (well, sorta)

This past weekend, Mommom and Poppy came all the way from Philadelphia to meet yours truly. And I gotta say, I'm loving them. Not just because they brought me nice gifts, but also because they love playing with me. I never get left alone. In fact, all I gotta do is cry a little bit, and there they are, ready to pick me up and entertain me. A boy can get use to this. 

But, I've got one question: why didn't you bring me a cheesesteak?

Love Maxwell