“… LOTS of Money.”

I’m heading down to Austin today for some continuing education. As fast as Will is learning, I have GOT to get smarter to stay ahead of him.

He’s getting pretty good at school at writing sentences. The other day, in the car after picking him up, I asked him if he wanted to be a writer like daddy.

“No,” said Will, “I don’t want to be a writer. I want to be a cashier at Target. They get to handle LOTS of money.”

Atta boy, Will. Atta boy.

I miss you already. Take care of mama and Sarah BooBoo, buddy.