Or maybe even psychic friends...

A continuation of the previous post, as it was supposed to have WORDS with it...


(I typed the whole thing out on my little iPhone touchscreen, hit send... and all that effort typing little letters for nothing!)


So the story that goes with that photo below:

We met some friends at the new Minsky's on Mass St. recently. For the first time, we put Boydee in one of those restaurant wooden high chairs.

Boyd did great in the wooden highchair (makes you question the 14 straps and lock-on tray on the one we have at home) and was looking all around, having a good time.

And then, a group of four young ladies walk into Minsky, and sit down at the table right beside us.

And the Boydee fell in LOVE.

There was one particular girl, college-age, I guess. She was pretty, and wearing a fluorescent green shirt. Boyd couldn't keep his eyes off her. He'd smile at her, then coo at her. Then smile some more.

The girls laughed, we laughed, everyone thought it was cute. Adro turned his high chair more towards us so he'd leave the girls alone.

That didn't stop Boyd and his new dream girl. He'd lean over the chair towards her and smile some more. He'd make more noises at her to get her attention. She'd smile, laugh, and wave.

I'm pretty sure Boydee thought he was going to get digits. No number, but he did put up a good effort.

Nice work, Boydee.