#3 son and his youngest step-child.
I was driving Luke home from school yesterday when he mentioned that his assignment for his English class was to write a poem about himself. By the time we got home, I had written this for him:
I heard a voice say "Luke, my man,
You are the greatest in the land."
It was a whisper, barely heard,
But as I focused on each word
The praises grew, the voice got clearer -
Until my mom said
"Get away from that mirror!"
Yeah, I still brag when I have a chance. Anyway, I though it was sort of cute....even if he sort of messed up on the meter in one place. (I'll never tell HIM)