from the “wild” openness of the ranch they are being raised on...
put them into a situation where they are forced to behave for hours and hours in a confined area...
filled with strangers who think they are as cute as can be and hound them constantly for photos and autographs...
and they are bound to act up some…maybe a little kidney punch here and there...
on the heels of being shoved to the floor.
That was followed by a Sharpie attack to the face, which, luckily, Marlboro Man ended before there was anything more than just two small black ink dots on this little angel...
All in all they were gracious, obliging and 100% boys.
Thank you Ree for bringing them along on this leg of your trip......I would have wanted nothing less.
witnessing a hurling of a book I will not confess
