If you ever see my wife in a restaurant, know this, she is listening to you. You may think that being five tables away makes you out of earshot, wrong. Lindsay is an eavesdropper. I am the opposite, I could care less.
For those of you courteous individuals, like myself, you will understand what I am about to say.
While grocery shopping, minding my own business, I heard a little girl say something that caused my head to spin around. I had to ask myself if I heard what I thought I heard. I wasn't trying to hear it, I was simply looking for a nice ear of corn, but I heard it. Part of me wanted to laugh, the other part thought it was my civic duty to notify the authorities.
"Dad, can we play doctor tonight?" she inquired.
Skip rope, red rover, dodge ball, kick ball, soccer ball, legos, house, kick the can.
Why did it have to be doctor?
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