The Eldest: Twenty-three year old male crumbsnatcher birthed by Mama Bread Baker. He recently moved out but still comes by to forage for food. He works part-time at the big evil “M”, sometimes referred to as the mall. He is an avid Pittsburgh Steelers fan, just like his Mama, despite his fathers best efforts to turn him into a Dallas Cowboys fan. Gag me with a spoon! I know…no one says that anymore, but really…a Dallas Cowboys fan?!
The Nephew: Twenty-one year old male crumbsnatcher dropped off on our door step in a basket one day. There was an awesome cheesecake attached to him with a note claiming he baked it himself, so we took him in. Ok, actually he’s Mama Bread Baker’s nephew, but he does bake awesome cheesecakes. He works full-time for a convenience store chain. He’s a Miami Dolphins fan, and has signed the blood decree that he will never cheer for the Dallas Cowboys!
Sweet Pea: Seventeen-year old female crumbsnatcher birthed by Mama Bread Baker. She is a junior in High School and plays softball. She presently desires to attend Memphis State University on a football scholarship. She doesn’t play the sport, but neither does the rest of the team. She is Peyton Manning fan and her brother and I let her slide. At least she’s cheering for the correct conference, and she defied her fathers attempts to turn her into a Dallas Cowboys fan!
Wolfy: Seventeen-year old male crumbsnatcher genetically belonging to Chief Money Maker. He is a junior in High School and plays and referees soccer. His interests include photography, drawing, and listening to some weird sounding music on the computer in the cubby under the stairs. Wolfy has yet to announce his collegiate wishes, but can be found on Saturdays cheering “Roll Tide Roll” with his father. He is a Philadelphia Eagles fan, which is dangerously getting closer to those nasty little Dallas Cowboys, so he better watch himself!
Gummi Bear: Fourteen-year old male crumbsnatcher genetically belonging to Chief Money Maker. He is entering the seventh grade and referees soccer. He also plays baseball and wishes to attend the Air Force Academy. He can be found around the house regularly asking, “Dad can I?” “Dad can I?” “Dad can I?” His love language is definitely gifts, and has yet to figure out that Chief Money Maker isn’t an ATM that regularly dispenses cash. He cheers for the Atlanta Falcons. There must have been an NFC chromosome in their DNA. Thank goodness the gene didn’t fully mutate him into a Dallas Cowboys fan!