day three

Still conflicted about where I want to go. Which is not suprising, I always want to go everywhere so choosing a direction can be tough. I may just comment on other blogs, politics, church stuff, faith what every. But today i'll write about my son. I love all my kids but right now he's in the my daddy is my superhero stage. That's just so fun and scarey to think me just a regular guy is a super hero in a 4 year olds eyes is humbling. I just hope he does not ask me to fly because I can't. I know at some point I'll let him down but I don't want to. And granted I am a super hero to a kid who loves Elvos and I think it's becasue after he says he likes Elvis he can tell everybody Elvis died on the toilet. Which to a 4 year old is a riot, quite possibly the funniest thing he ever heard. OK if it weren't such a tragic waste of talent, we'd all think it was funny.