Generations

It was funny watching Paddy Mac this weekend, in that I see a lot of what my brother was like at that age. When each of them have made up their minds, that's it. Period. My brother was the kind of kid that if you tried the 'ol "finish your brussel sprouts or you don't leave the table," it would take the fire department using the jaws of life to pull him out of the house as it burned to the ground to get him to move, sprouts still untouched on the table. I was always the complete opposite; for me it woulda gone like this:

"Eat your brussel sprouts."
"No!"
"You can't leave the table til you do."
"Okay." (eating brussell sprouts.)

Ugh. What a pussy!











"oh, HELL no!"