Ginni and I have a lot in common: two sweet little boys, loving and involved husbands, a very similar wardrobe, and an understanding of what it means to be a "boy mom." About twenty minutes in, big brother Clayton suffered a tragic knee bonk which proved to only be remedied by potty jokes and fart sounds. Sincere apologies to all others who visited the Rock Garden that morning! Navarres, I LOVE YOU GUYS!