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After our evening dinner on the veranda, we were ready to go inside for some relaxation, but were waiting on our slow doorman.
Fair enough, we have dinner on the veranda every night. And breakfast there every morning. And some of you might even call it a deck.
Regardless, dinner was over and we wanted to go inside. Couches needed to be tested. Snoozing needed to happen. Ears needed scratching. But, no, our doorman – er, photographer – er, Hu-Dad – claimed to be busy and we would just need to wait a minute.
Frankie, never one to waste time proving his big brother status, opted to use the delay to exercise his favorite game – putting a little brother in his place.
This week’s Throwback Thursday – On a quiet summer evening, exactly who would be guilty of Disturbing the Peace?
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