Preston likes those letters a little too much.


Preston the teacher. He stood all of those up by himself, not as easy as it looks.


Preston the chef. He had leftover broth from some soup and part of a croissant on the table, and two parents who weren't paying attention. The next thing you know, you get this:

It looked like tuna and felt like butter. I don't think I'm ever eating another croissant.


Keep watching the skies!