It is very real. There are no less than 5, FIVE backpacks in these pictures.
I feel outranked occasionaly when he gets them out to play; esspesially on date night.
There is, by the way, another one in the closet.
I must say, the newest one is fancy. It is the one with the white stripes and the IPod. This one has magnets that will hold it to the tank of the motorcycle but also has backpack straps and a place to put a water bladder for hiking. High class.
These pictures were taken a while back, but right now Tim is on a motorcycle with his Dad and 3, THREE of these backpacks strapped down in one fashion or another. So I thought it fitting to post about Tim's backpack fetish since He is gallivanting about Texas on a motorcycle and I am stuck here battling the squirrel in the attic.
