Thursday, September 25, 2003

Punk

For the past few years, Eric has had the habit of calling Grant a "punk". I suppose it is meant purely in love and as a form of teasing that says "you're special" without getting ewwy-gooey (they are, afterall, guys). At least, that's my outside observation and I don't know as Eric even put that much thought into it until tonight when Grant began returning the favor:

Goodnight Punk Daddy.

Goodnight Punk Mommy.

Goodnight Punk Tiger.
(he says to his stuffed animal)

Goodnight Punk Dean.

Goodnight Punk Daddy.
(again)

Goodnight Punk Je-jus.

*Daddy looks up apologetically to the Lord Almighty*

I think Jesus was laughing so hard He was crying. I know we were.

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