We here at Connor's Corner realize this is a family blog, but sometimes adult situations happen in a baby's (Ed. Note: now toddler's) life that bear truthful documenting, and we hope can engender a fruitful conversation between our younger readers and their responsible parents.




As discussed in our previous post, something about the sun, the surf, the gallons of alcohol our parents were drinking, just fate, really, brought me and my first love Ella together in Mexico. While I am not really the kind to kiss and tell, we feel the following is both tasteful and essential to the ongoing plot of this blog. So without further ado, I present me and Ella's roll in the hay:




So, I jumped up on the old man to show my physical prowess and cat like quickness. Here I am pulling a quick diversion tactic, "Hey Dad, I am gonna steal your hat!" Moron.
Yes, dad is wearing a goofy looking hat. He forgot to bring one down with him, and had to buy one at the nearby supermarcado. I am hoping I got mostly my mom's genes.















