jamz
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Picture this: Thursday evening, about two hours ago, seven o'clock in the evening. I am downstairs with my 4 year old son, cleaning a rifle. We live in an upper crusty, ultra-Massachusetts town*. The doorbell rings at the front door, which is just a screen door.
I hear Mrs Jamz rushing downstairs to get the door. I hear a young female voice say, "Hi I'm with the Sierra Club! Are you familiar with our organization? Bla bla bla bla etc etc...."
I am contemplating joining Mrs. Jamz at the door, holding my rifle, and trying to talk to this girl for as long as I can, when my boy jumps up to see who is at the door. He goes up the stairs, and just as Mrs. Jamz says" Not interested", my son shouts out, "Hi! My dad and I are downstairs, and we're cleaning the gun!!!"
I collapse in laughter as (according to Mrs Jamz) the girl got this wierd look on her face, stammered something and backed slowly away.
My son said "Bye!" and came downstairs to join me again. Mrs Jamz and I just can't speak anymore because we are laughing so hard, and the boy keeps looking at us like, "What? What's so funny?".
I love my son.
-James
* How upper-crusty you ask? They fought hard for the 01776 zip code. Ironic.
I hear Mrs Jamz rushing downstairs to get the door. I hear a young female voice say, "Hi I'm with the Sierra Club! Are you familiar with our organization? Bla bla bla bla etc etc...."
I am contemplating joining Mrs. Jamz at the door, holding my rifle, and trying to talk to this girl for as long as I can, when my boy jumps up to see who is at the door. He goes up the stairs, and just as Mrs. Jamz says" Not interested", my son shouts out, "Hi! My dad and I are downstairs, and we're cleaning the gun!!!"
I collapse in laughter as (according to Mrs Jamz) the girl got this wierd look on her face, stammered something and backed slowly away.
My son said "Bye!" and came downstairs to join me again. Mrs Jamz and I just can't speak anymore because we are laughing so hard, and the boy keeps looking at us like, "What? What's so funny?".
I love my son.
-James
* How upper-crusty you ask? They fought hard for the 01776 zip code. Ironic.