We won an XBOX 360 selling cookie dough. I figured I would buy some games and have some cool father and son time with him. I could teach him some of my game playing techniques I remembered from my Atari days. Don't trip, ya'll remember those days. Pacman, Ms. Pacman, Galaga, Frogger, Dig Dug....etc. I thought he'd be proud that his father had some skills.
(Fellas, remember when we'd play the Olympic game or football and we'd have the pencil between our fingers tapping it to run faster. You had to tap both buttons really fast and the pencil gave you leverage.)
Well, it's sad for me to say that my 7yr old son ripped me to shreds! It was so embarrassing. My wife laughs at me because I'll wait til he's asleep and try to get my practice on. It really doesn't matter, he's just gonna beat me again. Then I'll do like our parents would do..."Go to Bed!" Remember those days.
Here is my boy putting on his first pair of Stacy Adams. I couldn't resist it. I had to grab my camera and catch these moments. They are not staged. He is actually taking his time and looking at the shoes. He didn't want to scratch them before mom got to see them on his feet. I'm so proud of my son. He's growing up to be a wonderful person.
Check him out...My Boy Looks good!!!
