I've been so hella busy that I haven't had much time do much writing of any kind but this morning while waiting to drop off my youngest son we got to talking.
He brought up how much fun he had at the mountains a few weeks back.
"Yeah," I said. "That was a lot of fun."
"Especially you streaking," I said.
"Streeee-eeekkk-innnngggg?" he said.
"Yeah, remember you would run from one bedroom to the other naked," I said.
"Well that's because I didn't want anybody to see me naked," he explained.
"But everybody saw you naked," I said.
"It's best to put your clothes on before you run about in public," I explained.
"Oh," he said.
Friday, May 02, 2008
I often tell my friends and relatives about how nuts my oldest son is, and mostly in jest, but the lad does have an obsessive/compulsive streak a mile wide.
Here's a shot of his card collection, separated by sport, then team and then Lord only knows what else...
But then I guess I should expect this from a kid who takes off all his clothes to go poo.
I shudder to think just what he will do at a keg party (that's where I would usually put forth my naked equation).