Sharing a joke with Uncle Fitz

It was my dad's birthday, so the clan Fitz assembled at the ancestral pile for some alfresco dining action. Here, my younger brother, now sporting some added facial fuzz, entertains Baby Fitz with tales of his many and varied exploits at the cutting edge of Scottish Heavy Metal. As you can see, the wee man is enjoying it. Or he's laughing at the beard. Either way, we had a great day: the sun shone, the paddling pool was filled and we left as very happy campers.