Pimpin Ain’t Easy… Or Is It?

PimpinSo I’m cutting the grass tonight and naturally I’ve got lots of help from the boys.  G & C were out there loving it and working hard.  The girls next door came over to keep them company on the swing set and I continued to cut.  I told G that he needed to stay where I could see him so naturally every time I looked up he was headed around the corner to the front of the yard.

One such time I looked up and he was on the patio looking like he was going to go in the house.  I figured maybe he had to go to the bathroom so I didn’t think anything of it until I realized that the girls were nowhere in sight.  I looked up again and I see G taking off his shoes and I stopped the mower to ask him what he was up to.

He looked at me the way only a 4 year old can and said, “Dad… I’m just showing the girls my room.”

The kid is a PIMP.  I suppose I could have been pissed that he’s planning on the headed up to his room with the 9 & 7 year old “girls next door” but I was really struggling to keep my Super Dad disciplinarian face on while basking in awe at the balls on this kid.  Well done G-man… love ya!

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