Last week, as usual, I picked the boys up after school. Hayden was sitting in the back seat and Hunter was in the passenger seat. We are heading home and we are having our usual discussion about their day. What did you have for lunch? Did anyone in your class get in trouble? (The last question is simply a bait to allow the boys the opportunity to confess)
I looked over at Hunter and he had already started on his homework. He likes to start on his homework before we get home so he will have more time to play baseball in the yard. He was working on something to do with Indians.
He asked me a couple of questions and then I proceeded to let him know that my great-grandmother was full-blooded Indian. After hearing this news, the floodgate of questions was opened. After a while he started trying to figure out how much Indian blood he had. After I told him that I was 1/8th Indian, I tried to explain to him that he was 1/16th Indian. He looked over at me with a funny look and said, "No, Daddy. How many quarts?"
12 Days (Day 12)
8 years ago
