I was down in the relics room, outside now blowing snot, dusty snot, I don’t spit on the ground,are brothers and sisters buried there, no matter where “there is”, total disrespect. Dusty snot is different, it’s not like normal snot. Found a small box, must be 20 of them in there.
Metal soldiers
It’s then I remembered what was said in the black swamp.
Sell them?, yeah that’s an option, better option, baby Conan is now 4 years of age, about the size of a 6 year old. When he turns 5, I’ll tell on his Birthday, here, you take of these for me, they are not to be eaten. Ya gotta keep an eye of 5 year olds, I’ll give an example. Had this other one come into the kitchen, with my dress blues blouse drapped over him, dragging on the floor, “can I have this”? NO! take off and put it back. Kid came back out to the kitchen, I took him by the arm, kinda sternly voice but not to stern, he’s 5. Listen kid, you want that, you gotta earn it, not go outside. I went to his graduation at P.I, standing there next to him and his D.I. Damn kid says, ” I earn it”, his fingers by the chevron on the collar.
D.I. says ” so you’re the one” We shook hands, damn kid remembered I said.
With the Conan, I’ll have to sternly remind him not to eat the metal soldiers.
He should be fine.
