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