In 17 years, our little man will be a lock during fraternity rush. He already fits right in.
His legacy status will just be the tip of the iceberg. Broken in Georgia hat with curls hanging out around his ears, gray New Balance kicks, and, not to mention, his killer outgoing personality. He was born Greek.
Oh, he makes his daddy proud. And he makes his mama worry. His mama knows how those fraternity boys can be....
Next pair of tennis shoes will be Stride Rite.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
fratastic.

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yeah...those frat boys...you can't trust them:)
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