The Wisdom of Youth
While trick-or-treating with the under 10 set on Sunday, I got a brief but powerful reminder that, yes, my children do occasionally listen to me.
I was waiting on the sidewalk while they climbed the steps to a neighbor's house. At the door, they made a U-turn and booked it back down without ringing the bell. "What's up?" I said. "They out of candy?"
"Nah," said Dylan. "But we don't want any candy from them." He pointed to a sticker in the window.
Bush Cheney '04.
Yeah, that's my boy.
I was waiting on the sidewalk while they climbed the steps to a neighbor's house. At the door, they made a U-turn and booked it back down without ringing the bell. "What's up?" I said. "They out of candy?"
"Nah," said Dylan. "But we don't want any candy from them." He pointed to a sticker in the window.
Bush Cheney '04.
Yeah, that's my boy.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 5:40 PM
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