Not much in the way of intro today other than my status update from yesterday:
I was at Goldburger's Friday picking up one of their specials (a french onion soup dip burger and home made fries) when this 4 1/2 year old walked up to me and asked, "What's your name?"
I didn't quite hear him (hard of hearing doncha know) so I had him repeat the question, which he did. I answered, "My name is G."
His mother was completely mortified, but I said it wasn't a problem. He then asked, "How old are you?"
I answered, "How old are you?"
He said, "4 1/2."
I said, "Well, I'm sort of your age. I'm 45." (face it folks, you cannot be witty with a 4 1/2 year old).
He continued on his merry way burning off excess calories like most 4 1/2 year olds do, and his mother and I had a very brief one minute conversation until our food came out.
And now for your enjoyment, a short history lesson as told by me at Shooting Suburbia.