First of all, Handsome Devil, hallooo:
Emphasis on the "handsome," not so much on the "devil."
(Truly, Age Seven is something to behold.)
In our effort to label and permanently ruin our children, Pa came up with the best name for Campers the other day:
Project Manager.
A chip off the ol' block, shall we say.
Not three nanoseconds after we give Campers a chore, he starts doling out the tasks to the rest of the crew. Bark, bark, bark. You do this, you do that. Go!
It is no coincidence that Pa gave me the nickname "boss" so many moons ago.
I mean, some husbands use the terms, "honey," or "sweetie," or "koochie-koochie-koo."
Me?
"BOSS."
And then I went out and cloned myself, to the delight of the whole Western Hemisphere.
Watch out, world. There's a young man just waiting to tell you what to do.
(Truly, Age Seven is something to behold.)
In our effort to label and permanently ruin our children, Pa came up with the best name for Campers the other day:
Project Manager.
A chip off the ol' block, shall we say.
Not three nanoseconds after we give Campers a chore, he starts doling out the tasks to the rest of the crew. Bark, bark, bark. You do this, you do that. Go!
It is no coincidence that Pa gave me the nickname "boss" so many moons ago.
I mean, some husbands use the terms, "honey," or "sweetie," or "koochie-koochie-koo."
Me?
"BOSS."
And then I went out and cloned myself, to the delight of the whole Western Hemisphere.
Watch out, world. There's a young man just waiting to tell you what to do.
