My Father's Son

Nothing says becoming my Father like developing a fascination with credit cards.  Daddy was fascinated the way his Papo could buy all sorts of things with his MasterCard that when my Daddy was five he squirreled one away from Papo's wallet just in case the opportunity ever came up to buy some toys.

It was only natural that I should squirrel away a card from Daddy's wallet, especially one that is GOLD and gives me access to all sorts of Hot Chocolate and Morning Buns from Starbucks.  I figured I could learn Mommy's app for ordering.

The idea was to put it back once I had used it a bit but playing Angry Birds distracted me and I forgot where I hid it.

Daddy's stern words jogged my memory a bit though.  That was like close to a week without stars unfortunately.

If I Were An Ant . . . It Would Be A Hard Life

That was the wisdom I explained to Daddy today as I watched them work tirelessly and without question in our driveway.  The march back and forth constantly moving large objects (Some even larger than themselves), they never take time to have a play date or play Angry Birds on their Tablet.

Yeah that isn't my deal, even though I volunteer for a lot of the work I do for the family I know I can end it whenever I want and I'm not afraid to tell Daddy when its quitting time.  "Daddy, this is a lot of work for a little guy."

Glad I was born a higher life form.