Max threw a dinner party on Sunday. He invited G.G., both grandmas, Auntie Allie and crew and a couple of other guests. He really didn't have anything to do with the menu, mostly b/c his diet mostly consists of peanut butter, but he did plan the way the evening would go. This is what he said, "the people will get here, we'll all run around outside and exercise and then we'll come in to eat." So I was thinking, 'sure, whatever you say, kid', believing that people would come into the house and just enjoy some wine and chat a bit before dinner. But Max organized everyone as they arrived, corralled them outside to run around the house, then he brought them in and declared, "now we're ready for dinner!" It went just as he planned. He's a good little host.
But this picture captures the mayhem that happened after dinner. Miles and his cousin, Lucia, decided to become space explorers and ran around with waste baskets on their heads yelling, "WE ARE SPACE EXPLORERS EXPLORING SPACE!!!!!" And Lucia took it one step further by asserting she's a space explorer
princess. Apparently space exploration comes naturally to tigers.
Polar bear
