creeper

My son...he called me a "creeper."


and not as in "virginia" or some other kind of vine growing along my back fence.


now, when i imagine a "creeper"...the image posted below is kinda what comes to my mind.
(she's CREEPY, huh?)


certainly NOT me. (while i may be a "creeper", i'm certainly not THAT creepy!)

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On the other hand, he did hang out with me, his dad, and his 3 little sisters last night.


We listened to some Bob Marley, gazed at the stars, and named animal shapes in the clouds
(at 10 PM mind you--we've got that summer solstice thing going on ...lots of light at night).


i guess if i have to be a "creeper", i will take it---as long as he will still hang out with us now and again.