An Easy Bake Oven! He loves it. He is on the phone sharing his news, he gets that from me.
Hey, he looks like his dad, walks like his dad, and acts like his dad. He has to get something from me. Well......... actually, he does not like to talk on the phone. He keeps his conversations very brief. This one was something like, "I got an Easy Bake oven, I got to go cook, love you, bye".
Maybe one day I will get a glimpse of something he gets from me.
A little funniness mixed in with quirkiness and drama, yea, he does get that from me. He is mine. Yea, and I have a scar to prove it too.
Between mud fights and mutton bustin', I am going to do everything I can to cultivate his love of cooking. I plan to turn all cooking over to him when he turns 10. Now, if I can teach Little Buckaroo to do laundry, I am going to have some time on my hands.
I must also point out how impressed I am with my rough, tough gun-toting park ranger for stepping out and getting the Easy Bake Oven for him. I know he picked it up and put it down about 20 times before biting the bullet and buying his son an oven. He said at least it is blue and not pink. Yea honey, whatever you need to think to make yourself feel better.
Going to look up child labor laws,
The Park Wife