Don't Think I Won't

Little started taking bass lessons today.

Great.

He inherited an electric Gibson from his Grandad and after months of successfully teaching himself, he decided he needed formal instruction.

Now on top of being a handsome, charismatic, charming young chick magnet, he’s going to learn to play bass so he can run off and join a rock band.

Super news.

He had droves of girls around him Monday at the company picnic.  He used poor Fred as a ruse.  He tried to tell me he was proud of his puppy and wanted to show him off to the girls.

Right.

A gorgeous musician with a puppy…it just keeps getting worse and I see no end in sight.

So listen up all you 15 year old tarts.  I have a baseball bat.

…and I know how to use it.