Tuesday, July 26, 2011

When I Grow Up...



Sunday....while showering the dirt off Youngest Son after a long weekend camping at Detroit Lake....a conversation occured.






Mama: Someday you will be a Papa.






Youngest Son: I don't want to be a Papa when I grow up.






Mama: What? Why not?






Youngest Son: Papa's have to work everyday. I don't want to work everyday. I want to play.






Mama: Oh....






Youngest Son: Play everyday. (With emphasis and arms folded.)