While one figures out the hand sign for peace… close enough. The other, had no pants pocket and like Ricky Bobby no idea of what to do with his hands. The big one, during the prep work, had two shirt buttons take a dive and topped with some iron-poop…(insert censored emoji face). Woosaw… So he scratched the shirt, and went with the Miami Vice look. No prob! Their swag still on point. Drip drip. The team knocked this Easter look out the park. But Mommy took the L and all the photo credits, to capture this Pastel Pink Perfect Easter Pic.
… of course we couldn’t leave Mommy out.