Our boys are up 3-0.
Girls are 1-2.
Go Falcons!
They can't stop talking.
But then they have known each other since grade school!
The boys aren't coordinated (or cool enough) to learn it.
So the prince does this when they flap!
I need to get a picture of the king on here. When we left the game, the cheer leaders called him over to tell him that his beard is Hoss-tastic, and he is allowed to call himself a Hoss until he shaves it!
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