“You’re his legal guardian?” The woman twanged in her southern drawl at Wesley then popped her gum.
“Yeah!” He answered, his skin crawling from the sound of the woman, smacking her chops as she chewed gum with her mouth open.
“Just sign there,” she pointed to where the form said Parent/Guardian signature.
Wes signed his consent and paid the entry fee for his brother Joseph, who he affectionately calls Jo-Jo. The woman handed him a receipt, the rules, behavior guidelines and Joseph