Therapeutic Rambling

This is an attempt to make sense of my life and order of my cluttered mind. It is also intended to be a journal of no particular interest to anyone, a record of events and non-events that occur in my life.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Hoodlum

The other day, Jack, my six-year-old, blond-haired, blue-eyed son, and I were doing something and I told him we needed to finish up so we could go see what his dad was doing.

"Yeah," he said. "We gotta go find out what up with the Daddy".

My little hoodlum.