Thoughts on Wal-Mart and Being a Dadda

This one is for Uncle T.


It's dark time now and all the stores are closing. But not Wal-Mart. That's because workers are waking up to go to work there. When it's my Dadda's birthday I will get him a dinosaur cake from Wal-Mart. When it's his birthday he will be 30. Now he has to find somebody that's 30 so he will know how to act when he turns 30.

I will not work at Wal-Mart when I grow up. Dadda sometimes works at night and it's not fun at all. He can't even watch shows and have party night. When I grow up I want to be a dadda. But daddas don't have kids out of their bellies. When I am a dadda I will still live with Momma and Dadda. Preslie will just come live here with us.

[Dad's Note: Perhaps we should change the name of this blog to theWal-MartBoy.com!]