Squawk has once again proven that he is indeed a clone of his uncle and by that a little bit of his Grandpa.
It was your average Mormon Sunday with Mom and Dad trying to find anything for the boys to do besides watch TV and play with electronics or beating each other. In doing so, the book titled The Dangerous Book for Boys by Hal Iggulden made it into Squawk's hands. I don't know if you know of this book, it is a must have for all boys with dads. I can imagine many a Saturday wasted with father and son and this book. It covers topics from Latin and MVPs of Baseball to making paper hats and planes and tying knots.
Squawk was sitting next to me as he thumbed through the book. He looked at many different pages but stopped on this page.
He looked at the gun and asked me, "Daddy, what is that?" I told him in my best Charlton Heston voice. He then went to the next page.
"Daddy, what are these used for?" I explained that they are used to skin the bunny rabbit after you have used the gun to hunt it. Then you eat it.
Without skipping a beat, he turns to his older brother and says, "Monkey, let's go do this to that rabbit at church."
If that doesn't validate his heritage, nothing does. Here's to you "Bud"
Oh and a little P.S. - Bud, your time spent with Squawk is to be monitored at all times until the age of 18.
Post P.S. Come to think of it, I haven't seen that rabbit lately.