I've heard rumors that, for a few dollars more, when you go to Disneyland, your daughter can have a tea party or brunch or elevensies with the Disney Princesses. While that's just one of the 5,994 reasons having a daughter scares me to death and while I would see a lot more logic in having lunch with, say, Mr. Incredible or Wall-E, the real reason I bring this up is because at our house– to quote my friend and fair-to-middling musician Tilby– "we saved a step." Who needs Disneyland when you can have BREAKFAST WITH BUZZ in your very own kitchen? On your birthday, no less. And there are no other smelly brats with their cotton candy fingers, runny noses, and RSV.
So here is the Zinho having a private breakfast with his pal Buzz. I took too many pictures. But that's what you're here for, right? Not the wordy intros. That's for sure.
Buzz provides some festive candles. Leo takes a swig to pretend he's not stoked out of his mind.
Feeling comfortable, Leo decides to share some of his meal with Buzz.
True friends can have unawkward silence.
"Are you INSANE?!?"
Leo gets a little adversarial when Buzz mentions
that he actually doesn't mind Carmelo Anthony.
