back to nature, part deux

Tired of fruits and vegetables and other so-called "foods," this morning I embarked on a quest for something new to satisfy my sophisticated tastes. And man oh man, did I find it at the park. It began with what Dad calls "mulch" and what I call "trail mix." I spit all of it right out, but then...

I discovered something brown and squishy, and so very earthy. Before Mom could say, "ohnostophimhe'seatingdiiiiiirrrrr-" I looked like this:


I say, if it's good enough for worms, it's good enough for Wynston Lipsey. Who's with me?

Note: Readers who said to themselves, "Wow, that's almost a mullet!" after looking at Saturday's picture of Wynston will be glad to know that the boys received their first haircut yesterday.