Since Matthew has left us alone here while he’s off galavanting and watching basketball, we’ve felt unprotected, endangered, and incapable of fending for ourselves. Kato has lain helplessly on his back, waiting for Matthew’s return. “I have no role models,” he wails, “I no longer know how to behave, how to navigate this treacherous path towards manhood!” Seeing this sorry state of affairs, my maternal instincts kicked in.
“Pick up a hammer, son,” I said, “look like you’re doing some work!”
I have to say, with maternal pride, that he is a natural. Which was made even more evident when he drank too much …
… and then fell asleep on the job.
No need to come home, Matthew. Kato’s got this whole Man-of-the-House thing totally under control.
that was a fantastic, laugh out loud post.
Delores – why thank you. I’m just glad I didn’t ask him to cut down any trees.