Typical male....

So the stage is set, romance is in the air, and Sloane and Max are sharing their first sunset together. But being a typical male, Max was watching another gal walking down the beach in a skimpy bikini. Although I thought it was rather rude of him to be so obvious about it, I think he burned a bridge with Sloane...which means I won't be worrying about him knocking on my door in a few years....

One of these days you'll learn, Max....but you are indeed just like your dad....

Me and Miss Sloane

So we flew into Naples around 8:30 PM for a long relaxing weekend with friends. Mike Greto picked us up at the airport, and even he commented on how excited Sloane seemed be. But this was not her first trip to Naples, so we were a little confused....

We got to the house, walked in, and then we realized why she was so excited....little Max was there for the weekend, too. And to say that Max was excited is not doing it justice. As we walked into the living room, Jeff (Max's dad) and Max were sitting on the couch, and ol' dad was sipping his drink of choice. The lights were turned down low, and there was some music playing in the background. If you are familiar with the song, "Me and Mrs. Jones" by Billy Paul, then you know the mood little Max was trying to set. As you can see, by the end of the evening, the lyrics had turned to "Me and Miss Sloane." It seemed that Sloane was digging Max's efforts until he refused to fix her a milk and then poked her in the eye.

Yes, he's got moves like his father, alright....