The Big Galoot

Last night, I hugged the big galoot that I used to diaper. As my head lay on his shoulder, I looked up into his eyes. Way up. He looked way down into mine. I could read his mind. He was thinking, “There, there, little fella”. All the while, he was measuring me for Depends. So, this morning I wrote him out of the will. Now, I'm headed for the hills. He'll never take me alive! April 1, 2009