"Crocodile cake," said Quinn. "It's a dinosaur." "Reptile cake," Quinn corrected himself.
|I felt bad that Max hadn't been invited to his own party! Where was he?|
|Quinn strapping on his gear. At least he's there.|
|Here's Quin and his daddy in the upper left hand corner. They're doing a little bouncing around. But still -- no Max!|
|Max' very sweaty daddy. He's been getting a work out.|
|I think Max is enjoying a tasty reptile.|