Last time we visited my brother Mac found an extra set of dog tags that belonged to him. He loved putting them on and would strut around like a little peacock. When we left, Mitch gave them to Mac who was thrilled. Fast forward one year later and Mac found them at the bottom of his toy box and rediscovered the joy he first had. This photo was taken one morning after a breakfast of frozen blueberries. My own little Rambo.