Monday, August 31, 2009

How's this for a 'hmmph' moment?

You go to New Hampshire for a long week-end, and when you get back there are five messages, and they're all for your nine-year-old son.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh my word!

I am dreading the day when that happens. And even worse, when the messages are from a girl.

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