Even if Robbie will never outgrow his Master of Mayhem title. But now, instead of frat brothers to wreak havoc with, he’s got our five- and two-year-olds for backup. I’ll never tell him, but seeing the three of them plot against me might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed. But trying to convince the three of them that we need to eat actual people-sized food is a losing battle.
