This morning, just before the world woke up, I dragged my kids to the park. I let Zak play in the playground before a horde of children arrive and start throwing sand everywhere. A little girl and her father went there as well and much to my embarassment, Zak befriended the girl's father. "Man, follow me, man." "Man, look at my castle." "Come on, man." So I called Zak and whispered to him that he should call him Mister, not man. So off he ran and shouted, "Mister Man, I'm here!"
Tuesday, 20 June 2006
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