My son came to me with two golf clubs, requesting my assistance in dragon slaying.
We walked to his room, I let him equip me with one of the weapons, but the dragon failed to appear. Shortly therafter I returned the club to his care.
He came back to me.
"Daddy, can you help me fight the dragon?"
"I need to work on dinner, son."
"Daddy, please, I need you to help me."
"This is a battle you may have to face alone."
"You can have the yellow club!"
Who's with me?
If you should youtube that song, i believe the term to be used is "fist-pumping"..
The boy is keeping me a bit busy for a longer blog entry. Gotten a little annoyed at my DS game, so the train rides are kind of dragging, perhaps you'll see something tomorrow...
- ▼ 2008 (74)