Big G has a weapon
Big G was also at the polo match yesterday to watch his dad and his uncle ride around on horses. He didn’t seem all that interested. Dressed in seersucker pink, Bruiser, as usual, was a handful, determined to get out of his mother’s arms so that he could wrap his chubby fingers around a mallet and go find someone to club in the head. How medieval. Like all the warmongering of his ancestors has convened in his blood. And, just a month before his first birthday, he’s walking now. This kid was punching babies and trying to strangle zoo animals before he was mobile. Now that he’s figuring out how to use his legs, there will be more victims. I bet you he’ll be a biter too.