While we were dri­ving to drop my hus­band off at his sec­ond job. Yes, he works two jobs. Don’t be surprised.

Any­way before I digress off on a tan­gent of able bod­ied peo­ple liv­ing on wel­fare (’cause you know I want to go there — that’s the kind of mood I’m in today) I have a really nice tid­bit of a con­ver­sa­tion that made me beam with pride.

Right before we dropped my hus­band off (I dropped him off ’cause we only have one car and I needed to run errands so we made the hour trek from home.)

Our eldest son Mo says, “Dad can you wear your Air Force clothes to the playground.”

Where upon my hus­band shook his head and said, “No. I can’t.”

“O c’mon dad, I want all my friends to see that my daddy is an airman.”

I ask, “Why do you want daddy to wear his uni­form to the playground?”

“Mom, its to show every­one how proud I am that my daddy is an air­man, and he helps keeps the world safe.”

Duh.

In that last state­ment my son was quot­ing a line taken by a book he has My Daddy is an Air­man.

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