Last night, my son carved his own pumpkin. Guess old dad is on his way out, as being useful. When I get home, he no longer runs into the room yelling "Daddy". He walks through the room, real slow, points a finger and says, "Hey Dad" real low and slow. He's growing up.
It won't be long and he'll be independent. Driving. Working. Knowing everything.
But, eventually, he'll get his own house and then he'll have questions again. And I will suddenly become knowledgable again.
Guess I better start studying.
