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.)

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