I was shopping with my eight-year-old son, and the checkout lane was the usual gauntlet of trashy magazines. I was about say my usual warning line, which is, “Do yourself a favor and don’t look at that garbage,” when I heard him GASP.
“Look!” he said, “–Kittens!”
Sure enough, it was a picture of kittens:
I love that kid.
I also love my other, 6-year-old son, of course, but he would not have focused on the kittens. He’s more this kind of guy:
Anyone have a nice six-year-old daughter who goes for the handsy type? I’d like to arrange a marriage now.
