Mr & Mrs Cleaver

It has come to my attention,

{according to some very good friends} 

that Chris and I are kind of like The Cleavers.

{yes, the Leave it to Beaver - Cleavers}

{minus Beaver and his brother since we don't have kids yet, obviously}

I'm still not convinced...

Is it the pink basket  or the bell that goes "ching ching" on the cruiser bike?

{Chris has a bell that when you squeeze it, it sounds like a goose...it's great for getting people out of our way}

Is it our picnics?

{We do love our picnics}

Is it our school spirit?

{Who doesn't love sports?!}

Maybe my cupcakes?

{Sorry Martha, there's a new girl in town, and it's this girl}

{insert "two thumbs up" and then imagine me pointing them at myself}

Or is it just that we are ridiculously good looking?
{insert whatever whitty phrase you would like to insert}

Maybe I'm missing something?