We have a brilliant son. Just a little while ago, I was sitting in the living room, and our cordless phone rang. I said "hello," ....no response....so I hung up, figuring whoever would call back. In a couple minutes, the phone rang again, I looked at the incoming number, and it was Chase calling me from my own cell phone that he had nicked while I wasn't looking. He was calling me from inside his abode, The Castle Chase.
Some folks want their sons to be doctors, lawyers, dentists, or senators. They look for traits in their sons that may give a glimpse of what the boy's future is to hold.
We think that Chase is going to be a purse snatcher. If it's in your hand, he wants it, he takes it, and then he takes off, having learned already that most things he has taken are almost always immediately taken back, which understandably is not much fun for a little guy who is very curious about EVERYTHING. When he has some kind of contraband in hand and senses adult hands reaching out to retrieve, he high-tails it, to his Castle, much like Tony Romo might escape a sack, and goes inside where we can't reach him. The only thing that will get him out again are goldfish crackers.
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