Stedman's mommy got there from Texas (whew found it)
and Stedman jumped into her arms and licked all over really well and said "Now can we go to Tinkerbelle's house?"
And his mommy said "Are you nutso young man? You may be a studmuffin, but there is no way we are going to the frigid north in February! Now ask me again like a good boy when it's June and I'll reconsider." So poor little Stedman folded his Admin costume into a nice little pile and hopped in mommy's porche 911 and off they went back to southern Texas. Sniff, sniff.
Meanwhile back at the motor home....