The French Letter

All three of my boys are very curious.  Some might say nosy, but I know better.  Despite the fact that it remains true today, it was especially true when they were three years old.  Logan was no exception.

"Daddy, what's in there?" Logan asked, as he pulled open the drawer of my bedside table.

I lay on the bed with my back towards him, reading a book.

"Stuff," I replied, believing stupidly that he would immediately lose interest.

"What's the red thingy?" he asked.

"Red thingy?" I said, a slight panic in my voice.

I bolted upright, my mind frantically searching for the item called, "the red thingy."  It turned out to be the air horn Ashley got me for Christmas.

Why do I have an air horn in my bedside table?  Ask any father of two or more boys and they will share the virtually endless uses and advantages.  For example, do you have trouble getting your sons out of bed and ready for school in the mornings?  Air horn.  Tired of the constant bickering and fighting?  Air horn.  Does the dinner table frequently become noisy with overrunning conversations that nobody can understand?  Air horn.  I assume they have practical uses outside of the home as well.

"What's this?" he asked, unearthing a tin and rattling it.

Ooo!  Condoms.

That's enough of Daddy's bedside table.

- 1 March 2012