A Strong Mans

So after dropping Jon off at movie night last week, Drew, like all my kids asked what the weekend agenda was. My kids are predisposed to planning things out because I generally run through our itinerary everyday so there are no surprises. I do this for two reasons - first because I was raised this way and well old habits die hard and second because if I repeat it enough maybe I'll remember exactly what we're doing and when we're doing it. I realize now why my parents did and do what they do - having kids is like the fast track to early onset dementia. So back to our itinerary - I tell Drew that Saturday morning he, Jon and Penny are going with Daddy to pick up our Christmas tree. As you will read we get a big one so we have to get a pre-cut - it kind of kills the going out and cutting it yourself experience, there just aren't any local farms with 12-14 ft trees around here. I digress - so Drew informs me that he is going to help daddy with the tree. You know help carry it because he is strong. "I'm strawng mommy, I'll help daddy. I'm strawng, right mommy?" Yes Drew you are strong. "It's because I'm a man. I'm a man mommy. I'm a man and Jon and Penny aren't mans. Right mommy?" Right Drew, Jon and Penny aren't mans.

Drew manning the fire while our "hobo dinners" cooked.

I find this discussion so funny because my poor Drew is always mistaken for being older than he really is. He's my Great Dane puppy - if I had a dollar for every time someone said, "he isn't in Kindergarten yet? I figured he might be in first grade!" Poor fella - one day being older looking will work well for him - like when he's 18 and in college. For right now, he's my baby trapped in a big kids body - but thank goodness he's strong and a man to boot!

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