Flashback Friday: Donkey Edition

Ah, the good old days, when the nephew was just a jumble of gangly limbs, a bald round head and a preternaturally hearty belly laugh whenever I made a poop joke. Here we are maybe 12 years ago at Old MacDonald's farm in Cedar Rapids' scenic Bever Park, where the words "donkey butt" were valuable social currency with a 1:1 exchange rate for the aforementioned belly laughs. Now the nephew towers over me, drives a car, and is by all accounts loving his new life and his new chapters and his new adventures in college. But he still has time for a laugh or two with Uncle Jake. And that's all any uncle can ask for, really.