You love them.
You treat them right.
You do everything you can to raise them well.
You care for them.
You let them hang out with you at the office.
Let them bang on the drums and the piano.
You take them downtown to the bank.
And it's there, right at the teller's window, that they puke all over you.
Gotta love 'em!
I'm glad you have a place rented. But I'm sorry you got puked on! :)
ReplyDeleteAw, man. I can totally and utterly sympathize with getting puked on--all shapes, all forms, never in the teller line though. . .
ReplyDeleteI hate when that happens!
ReplyDeleteI didn't care for it much either...
ReplyDeleteLike father, like son...The apple never falls far from the tree!!
ReplyDeleteThe DAD
That pretty much sums it up.
ReplyDelete-Another Brian