Yesterday morning my phone rang.
“hello?”
“hi.”
“Ahh… Gunnar?”
“Yeah.”
“what can I do for you?”
“Do you, mumble mumble, blow torch?”
“What?! Do I have a blow torch?”
“NO! Do you have a GOOD BLOW TORCH?”
“OH! a GOOD one. Yeah. I have a good blow torch.” (you’re 8… what do you want with a blow torch?)
“Ok. I’ll be right over..” click.
This should be interesting…
Possession of a GOOD blow torch: Surely the definition of a cool adult to an eight-year-old kid. I don’t have a single acquaintance with a blow torch, much less a good one.
Such a discerning 8 year old!
He looks quite a lot like you, I think.
one of my most favorite posts…and yes, he does look like you!!! adorable..thanks for making me smile…:>)
Precious!
totally made me smile.. thanks for that
I love this post. Hi Sam:) Ridiculously beautiful photos you two.
Ha:) That comment was supposed to go under the Sam post:)
Gunnar, you’re pretty great too…
aw, I wanna be a third grade teacher so I can hang out with the kid who realizes that you need a GOOD blowtorch to make a proper dugout canoe!
Love Putney’s face… kind of a “oh shit – what’s that kid got in mind!?” Or, perhaps a “All right!! Let’s GO!!!”