fuss: the morning times

my morning greeting:

"Dada, we're not going ot make you saw up that branch in the back yard."

"Oh?  Why not?"

"Because you're such a good Dada.  And also, we're not going to trick you."

"Oh, thank you!"

Sawing up the branch was a running joke he had with the Wife this week- they'd whisper about it behind my back, which delighted him no end.

And with the upcoming Dia De Los Muertos celebration at his school I got this one in the kitchen as he was noshing on pumpkin pie:

"Today's the day of Death.  I'll draw a picture of Grandma Linda and how she died."

Last night he asked me "Dada do I get to go to school tomorrow?"

Slow progress.

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