Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.

— Winston Churchill

What Is My Son Planning?

I’m really not quite sure what to think of recent conversations around our dinner table. My 5-year-old seems to be making plans that don’t include his parents…long term plans, and I’m starting to worry he’s met a hit man on the playground, or his older, adult siblings have been talking to him again…

Last Week…

Aaron: (looking at our wedding rings) Are you going to wear those rings forever?

Me: Yes, forever!

Aaron: Even when you’re dead?

Me: Yes. Forever is forever.

Aaron: I don’t think you should wear them when you’re dead. You should just give them to me before you die and I’ll keep them safe for you.


Last Night…

Aaron: Daddy, when you’re dead can I have all your clothes?


And ya’ll thought he looked so sweet and innocent, didn’t you. If you don’t hear from me, please tell the investigators to look for a child wearing oversized clothes and a diamond ring.

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