Here we are being fancy. Pinkies up!
As per usual, Luke was a hit with all the women in the restaurant. The boy already has game. He usually starts off slow...first he charms them a head cock to the side, then breaks out the shy smile, and lastly he nails
'em with the dimples. It's nearly 100% foolproof and is sure to elicit any manner of ooo'ing and ahh'ing from any female within a 10 to 15-foot radius.
(We're trying to figure out how to leverage this act to our advantage monetarily, but our standards keep getting in the way.)
Our waitresses were all about posing for a picture with the Lukester.
Kisses from Grandma Lynn and Auntie Wendy
Sommer wanted to be "photographer" and this brick wall was the perfect backdrop!
Happy birthday mother-in-law. And, as my brother-in-law so eloquently put it, "thank you for being born and creating Sommer." (Or in my case, Justin.)





