my son, the don diego

October 17th, 2009

Perhaps Don Juan could have learned a thing or two from my 5 year old who this weekend told my cousin, 20 years his senior and his interest du jour, “I want you for Halloween. I want to eat you up. You are sweet like candy.”

I’m afraid that the 10,000 hours of hitting on women he’ll have logged before 5th grade will only mean a wake of broken hearts and miserable relationships for him. Maybe he’ll uses these skills to land the world’s perfect wife. I mean, he is actually sweet. But, he also appears to be the reason daddies own rifles.