My grandson, J-Man, is growing up; but not just growing, but taking after his Paw Paw (me). We were heading to the North Georgia Fair last Friday and he ask me, “Paw Paw (that’s me, ya know) you know what’s 40 feet long and smells like pee?”
“A safety rope in a water treatment plant.” I answer.
“Never mind! What’s 40 feet long and smells like pee?”
“A line-dance in the old folks home.”
It’s really hard to drive with tears in your eyes and laughing so hard you have trouble keeping the car on the road. I’m so proud of him. But knowing me and his mom and dad, he didn’t stand a chance of being serious. It’s in his jeans. And I think the horns on his head are very appropriate, too.