Today while Cambel and I were eating lunch he (with no apparent cue to trigger his memory) launched into a retelling of one of the times he was in trouble. He appeared almost gleeful as he recounted how many times he was punished and what he had done wrong. When he finished he hunched up his shoulders and smiled an exaggerated sweet smile.
"Why are you smiling Cambel?"
"Cause I love you and you are a floot."
Yes, this is the child I am responsible for; to mold and shape, to prepare him for the real world, to teach him and to train him. And after all my efforts, this is the weirdness I have managed to produce.
And boy do I love him.
1 comment:
I am actually LOL - for real. BTW.
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