This morning I went to pick up Paul. When I opened the door, there was a lot of shuffling around, my mom trying to block me from the living room glancing nervously behind me.
"Is Ryan with you? " she asked, her voice shaking a bit.
When I told her no, my mom was visibly relived. I finally worked my way into the room to find this:
When my dad sent me this picture via email, he added:
In previous email I was thinking that small Paul was the one likely to be traumatized by these pics. But after thinking about it some more, it's more likely that Ryan will be the one who will require therapy after seeing his son dressed like a turkey (and rather enjoying the experience).