This morning, after breakfast, he disappeared into his room for a while. When he reappeared, he had his sombrero secured to his pants with a belt or two and declared, "I'm a Mexican." I quickly retorted, "Mind if we call you Santa Anna?" He did not miss a beat, but looked me right in the eye and said, "No! I'm on the Texans team!" Don't tell me his little ears aren't listening!
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