After much rescheduling, we made it to René (and Curtis') house. It's a sweet Spanish style home in Fullerton. It was very hard to get my kid, who is extremely afraid of dogs, to play with this viscous pit bull. If you're not catching the irony, you don't know me very well.
Henry had a great time running around with Frankie, and playing with Curtis' "robots". He also pointed out René's "fwagile" frames. It was a fun day for him, and much needed catch up with Renè.
His face is looking a little better. More scabs, less swelling.
