"I've heard that when Grampa Berry was a baby, he rode in a Buick station wagon with no car seat or air bags. He was only protected by Great Gramma Berry's loving arms, who was smoking a cigarette at the time, and racing his brothers and sisters to a dental appointment with Dr. Lantz who had hairy knuckles and smelled like an ashtray, but served ice cream if you made it though the appointment without crying or throwing up -- but I digress. My point is, even though I'm a direct descendant of the "Evel Knievel family," my parents have obviously spared no expense to keep me safe. I'm mean, just look at this kiddie cockpit! Based on how I'm packed in here, I can only assume that we're getting to Gramma and Grampa's house via a Nascar racetrack, or Dad has a rocket car and I'm flying first class! In any case, I overheard my mom saying that I looked "fly." She's one smart lady."
