There was no need to beg Luke to enjoy the frigid fall night at our home town's playoff football game. No need to teach him how to tackle his second cousins--in our staked out space just past the endzone--like the boys out on the field do. And there was definitely no need to tell him to pose a serious football playerish look here in this shot with his Uncle "D:"
He got all those memos, the day God wired his little body together.
He also got the memo--that day he was wired--to always jump off the 5th step up, that trucks were "WOOOO!" worthy, that fixin' things with daddy was the best way to pass time, and that a stomach is never full.