Thanks, I think…

I’m folding laundry in the bedroom when I hear him shout from his seat atop the toilet, “MOM!”

“What CJ?” I holler back.

“Mom!  Come here!” 

“Just a minute!”  I continue folding clothes.  Just a few more…

“MOM! COME HERE!” his voice is getting more demanding.

I don’t answer.  Almost done.

“MOMMY!  I SAID COME HERE… THIS MINUTE!”

There’s a pause, and then, “I AM GOING TO START COUNTING!  1, 2, 3…”

Wearily I walk into the bathroom.

As I enter the doorway, CJ blasts me with a big smile followed by a rousing, 

YOU’RE A GRAND OLD FLAG

YOU’RE A HIGH FLYING FLAG

AND FOREVER IN PEACE MAY YOU WAVE

YOU’RE THE EMBLEM OF

THE LAND I LOVE

THE HOME OF THE FREE AND THE BRAVE…

Well, yes I am, CJ.  And don’t you forget it.

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