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Where I get my inspiration
The other day I was getting ready for work when I saw my son peeking through the bathroom door. The light from the bathroom was glaring in his eyes and he couldn't quite focus up on my face. So I crouched down to his eye level and greeted him with a good morning. He rubbed his eyes. I suggested he get back in bed to which he declined, saying he wanted to be with me while I was getting ready for work.
I shaved while he waited patiently on the bathroom stool. Then I went downstairs to iron my shirt and he followed. He then spoke up and asked,
"Dad, where's the fire in the iron?"
I smiled and said, "It's not fire that makes the iron hot, son."
Before I could explain further, he asked, "So, there's salsa in it?"
This is where I get my inspiration.
I shaved while he waited patiently on the bathroom stool. Then I went downstairs to iron my shirt and he followed. He then spoke up and asked,
"Dad, where's the fire in the iron?"
I smiled and said, "It's not fire that makes the iron hot, son."
Before I could explain further, he asked, "So, there's salsa in it?"
This is where I get my inspiration.
posted by garth bruner at 5:32 PM
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