King of Proclamations

Bergen Hawkeye

is

the

King of Proclamations.

(I am confident that he himself would be proclaiming this announcement right now if he knew how to type and could access this blog.)

Particularly of the

very obvious

variety.

And no proclamation is ever good enough unless it is delivered at a decibel slightly louder than necessary.

Right?

Two recent proclamations of note . . .

(Outside standing on the lawn with Chris)

“Chris, don’t forget.  Ticks live in the grass.”

and

(Sitting in the car chatting with Torrye through the open window)

“Torrye – your teeth are attached to your gums!”