More time at the zoo. Momma, come home soon.

Papa and I hit the zoo today. I've been quite a few times this summer. The old man lured me back by promising they'd have giraffes this time. I couldn't remember what a giraffe was, but he looked pretty excited and I hate to break the guy's heart. So we went.

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

I admit that I have a graham cracker problem.

As it turns out, giraffes are tall, slow, and anatomically inefficient. How has evolution not stamped these guys out yet? My guess: evolution tried, but zoos got in the way. Nice one, zoos.

On the balance, I was unimpressed.

You keep eyeing my graham cracker, Papa. Keep your distance.

Oh, hey. I'm just taking a moment to reflect.

(ZING!)

All-American Boy, right here.

All-American Belly, right here.

How much Hank can you stomach? How about 4:30's worth?