Bucking Up

The other day my daughter used her panic voice in the kitchen.  When I came in to inquire about what non-essential thing had happened, I found oldest son standing rather stiff and bug-eyed. 

“What’s going on, guys?” I asked.

Oldest son informed me, “Grace just told me there’s a bug on my back, which I’m not necessarily afraid of.”

How did he sum up my feelings about life so perfectly?  There’s a future ahead of me which I’m not necessarily afraid of…

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