I was pleasantly surprised to see as much young blood as I did at the picnic. I was expecting for it to be the over 65 crowd and then us. In fact, there were a total of 3 babies in attendance. We had fun meeting a few people, making small talk with the men who had interviewed Morgan for his membership, spending most of our time playing with the boy, and avoiding the obnoxiously loud rock band they had hired.
"My daddy is a Freemason! I don't know what that means."
"Are all these old men my grandpa's?"
"I am not amused."
"So sleepy. Hmmm. . .boob pillow."
"Once again. I am not amused. And why can't I have fried chicken?"