Can you recognize me?
Picture by Liba Dilla
Words by Appreciable Goodfaithpoet
My four year old son and I recently went on a Father-and-Son campout. My Son was worried that if some babies came to the campout with their fathers that they might chew on his flashlight. He said that if babies came that he would hold his backpack over his head to keep it safe. During the first evening around the campfire my Son had marshmallow and dirt all over his face. I said, "Son, come over here so I can wash your face." My Son asked with a smile, "So people can recognize me?" After he was cleaned up I said, "You're a handsome boy." He replied with enthusiasm, "You can say that again!"