Waiting on Kylie’s game to start, Hawk and I sat in the van and chatted while Jett was asleep.  The conversation went a little something like this.

Hawk:  Mom, Kylie’s not the boss of me.  She can be the boss of her own kids when she’s a mom, but she’s not the boss.

Me:  Yeah, you’re right.

Hawk: When you’re old, you’re not going to be the boss of us anymore.  Kylie will be the mom, and she can be the boss.

Me:  This is true.

Hawk:  You’re going get old, but not dad.  He’s going to stay the same as he is.  Then, one day, when you’re old, I’ll be the dad.

Me:  How many kids are you going to have?

Hawk:  Five.  Well…….   ……. actually….. seven.

Me:  Really?  Are they going to be boys are girls?

Hawk:  Well, maybe a little of girls and a little of boys.  There will be some girl babies and some boy babies but all the big kids will be boy babies.

Me:  Are you going to have a wife.

Hawk:  Of Course

Me: What kind of wife?

Hawk:  Whatever kind I can find.

Me:  What’s her name going to be?

Hawk:  Mom, I’m to little to get married.  I have to be old like you.

So there you have it, folks.  It looks like I will have at least seven grandkids, and whatever kind of daughter in law he can find!

More funnies…