Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Whatever Works

After last night's Troop meeting, Justin climbed into the truck.
"Mr. Seymour asked us why we trust him and I wanted to raise my hand and say, 'Because of your mustache.'"
"Why didn't you?" I inquired.
"Because we were trying to be serious.  But, Dad," he said looking over at me, "I am being serious."
I'm not sure if I should laugh or be alarmed.  Perhaps I'll feel better if I just laugh alarmingly.

- 2 October 2012

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