Mr. Universe

Holy Moly, or Guacamole, or how ever you say it in Iriquois, or Porteguese, this kid has some melanin, look at that tan. Some days we're not sure if we're raising an astronaut or a Brazilian underwear model. Between his Mexican, Indian and Dego blood he gets darker than most Hawaiian Tropic girls. I'm still not convinced that he's the fruit of my loins, I wish that I was half as smart or goodlooking as he is. I'm going to look silly standing next to him as he receives his first Nobel Prize or America's Next Top Model trophy....God, I need to hit the gym.