Today, I am proud to be an American. I am proud that a victory was won for liberty, equality, and all of the other values we hold dear. Today, I am reminded of something that happened with my twins, when they were just eight years old, that gives me not only hope for this next generation, but also for my sons as men and husbands, because, I think they’ll be pretty kickass.
I was doing the daily run around town, picking everybody up, and my sons were in the backseat. My best friend, Matt, called me, because he and his partner had been in an argument, and so my sons, as it turns out, were listening to my end of the conversation.
*hanging up*
Xavier: “Mom, why did Chris buy Uncle Matt flowers? That’s so stupid.”
Me: (cautiously…not sure if it was because they’re men, and wanting to get clarification) “Why do you think that Chris buying Uncle Matt flowers is stupid?”
Xavier: “Because they’re fighting, and Uncle Matt is going to know that’s the only reason he’s buying them. He’s just trying to change the subject, and it’s only going to make Uncle Matt madder.”
Me: (Dying of absolute pride.)
I’ll end this with someone who has found the absolute sweet spot between hilarity, genius, and meaning, Ash Beckham,
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 