I once heard my son, our first born, emit a deep throaty noise (maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh) as he posed for a Father’s Day photo shoot – wielding his dad’s chainsaw, his dad’s blow torch, his dad’s chair, his dad’s truck and even his dad’s Beloved Ibanez, and live to tell about it.
|This is his Dad's chainsaw.|
|This is his Dad's blowtorch.|
|This is his Dad's chair.|
|This is his Dad's truck. (Yes, licking it)|
|This is his Dad's Beloved Ibanez...|
|... Up Close and Personal.|
|THIS is his DAD.|
I’ve seen and heard it all.
This Thanksgiving I, a boy’s mother, witnessed the joy of ownership…
|...in a giggle.|