(Whew! Dodged that bullet. I'm ALL for camping out, but here in Texas, it's 90 degrees and 70% humidity. Not to mention that "Camping Out" with church activities means pitching a tent in a pasture. That's just not "Camping Out".)
Anyway, so when I got back from Albertson's with some boxed candy for the movie, Jadi saw it and wanted some. I told her no, that's for Danny and me at the movie. Immediately, she's begging to come. Like the Seagulls in Finding Nemo: I want to go! I want to go! I want to go!
Sorry Sweetness, this is a Father/Son activity...Guys night out...Daddy/Danny time. She turns around, tucks her hair up behind her head, and in a deeper voice says "But I'm your son Eric. I want to go on the Father/Son movie night too."
It was pretty funny, but like any good comedian, she's got to take it to the next level. She pops into the den with a hat on, saying "Look Dad, this is Eric, I really want to go with you and Danny to see this movie."
Here he is, my Son Eric:
If it keeps me from having to buy any training bras for another couple of years, I'm all for it!
