In My Defense, It Was Early This Morning And I Was Still Waking Up

Today I failed a maturity test.

My son wanted me to read him one of his animal magazines, and the feature article was on the blue-footed booby.

Now I’ve been doing this parenting thing for a while now, and I have an example to set, so neither the blue-footed booby nor even the titmouse is going to get even a titter out of me these days, I told myself.

Then I reach the point where the magazine encouraged all their young readers to “Do the booby dance” . . .


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