Oscar

*he walked past the flower shop seeing the crawling baby, he smiled and walked in seeing a little shirt on him that says "mamas boy" his father who is holding his cane hunged over next to him sees the boy noticing the uncanny resemblance of when Oscar was a baby, his eyes widen and he shouts, "grandson, grandson! the Kales generation lives on!(yes their last names is Kale), he sighs* dad... your crazy.. its just a baby. *he sighs glancing around for flowers that would best suit their visit* hm..