A little girl asked her mother, “Can I go outside and play with the boys?” Her mother replied, “No, you can’t play with the boys, they’re too rough.” The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, “If I find a smooth one, can I play with him?”
In our home the answer would be, “No, there is no such thing as a smooth boy. This is my Grandson Preston. He is all boy. He is sweet and bright and can talk you into early retirement, but he is not smooth.
After having three girls who dissolve into tears if their hands get muddy it has been so much fun to have this boy who eats mud.
I guess I want to be remembered like that. At my memorial, when they ask, “Was he smooth?” I hope the answer will be, “No, he was rough. But he was sure a lot of fun to play with.”
Amen to that Bro!
I’m 20 and my mom and I watched your video “twisted mind” this evening…it shed some light. And that I thank you.
Carrie Adams of Delphi, Indiana
Love your little stories about kids. They are the joy of life and so are you, Ken!