On Canada Day, we had a BBQ. Dad is an electronics and systems engineer (he does the two different types and has two jobs) and most of his closest friends are also engineers. A few of them decided to get together and I was allowed to attend even though it wasn't held at home.
I snoopervised the cooking from inside.
Canada Day themed cupcakes:
People had a hard time concentrating on what they were doing and talking about because they thought I was so interesting. See, they wanted to pick me up even when I was scratching myself.
I had cameras to pose for. On top of mom's.
They even wanted a picture WITH me. I agreed under the condition that I would get paid. Again, I don't believe in working for free.
My payment! In the form of a strawberry.
Of course, when it came time for the group pic, I had to be a part of it, too. They must think I'm as smart as them since they had no objections to me being in the Engineer Group photo.
Tofu attended in the evening. He was always up to no good.
And he forced guests to share their seats with them. They could not say no.
My pesky little brother is truly pesky.