My son, staring intently at me:
“Dad, I think I see one gray hair right there by your ear.”
Me: “Oh! Well that’s nice of you to point that out.”
Son: “Never mind, there’s a whole bunch.”
Eight-year-old wisdom is UP FRONT, gang.
My son, staring intently at me:
“Dad, I think I see one gray hair right there by your ear.”
Me: “Oh! Well that’s nice of you to point that out.”
Son: “Never mind, there’s a whole bunch.”
Eight-year-old wisdom is UP FRONT, gang.