When I Grow Up…
Mother: “When you grow up are you going to meet a girl and leave me?”
Son: “No, Mom, I’ll never leave you. I’ll sail to you. Every night when you sleep in your bed on my [pirate] ship, I’ll snuggle you.”
Caleb, our youngest son, wants to be a pirate when he grows up. No, not the kind that downloads crappy, cut-off .MP3s from Kazaa, the kind that sails the high seas and lives the hyper-romanticized life depicted in pirate movies. He wants to have two kids. One boy and one girl. He’ll name his daughter Sara, after his aunt Sara, and he’ll name is son Sean, after his brother.
Caleb is four years old. I certainly hope he DOES get to grow up and live on a ship, marry the pretty girl and have his two kids. I could, however, do without the murdering and plundering, though. We’ve got a few years left to try and talk him out of it.
The Eleventh Hour
See the Morning
Roots
Furthermore: From the Studio, From the Stage
Vintage Jesus: Timeless Answers to Timely Questions (Relit Theology)
Jesus: 90 Days With the One and Only (Personal Reflections)
The History of the Ancient World: From the Earliest Accounts to the Fall of Rome
The Phantom Tollbooth
This discussion is now closed.