Going to Help

The other day Adam walked into the kitchen with his bike helmet on and his plastic machine gun strung through the straps of his backpack. He proceeded to tell me...


Adam: I can't tell you where I am going because you won't let me go.

Mom: Well, I need to know where you are going.

Adam: I'm going to the desert.

Mom: We live in the desert.

Adam: No, to the real desert to help those Army guys.
The ones fighting the bad guys.


And that is how a mother knows she is raising a warrior.