While we were driving to drop my husband off at his second job. Yes, he works two jobs. Don’t be surprised.
Anyway before I digress off on a tangent of able bodied people living on welfare (’cause you know I want to go there – that’s the kind of mood I’m in today) I have a really nice tidbit of a conversation that made me beam with pride.
Right before we dropped my husband off (I dropped him off ’cause we only have one car and I needed to run errands so we made the hour trek from home.)
Our eldest son Mo says, “Dad can you wear your Air Force clothes to the playground.”
Where upon my husband shook his head and said, “No. I can’t.”
“O c’mon dad, I want all my friends to see that my daddy is an airman.”
I ask, “Why do you want daddy to wear his uniform to the playground?”
“Mom, its to show everyone how proud I am that my daddy is an airman, and he helps keeps the world safe.”
In that last statement my son was quoting a line taken by a book he has My Daddy is an Airman.