It all started when my son came to my wife and me with a question...
I always had a way with words, I guess.
Let's turn the clock back to the early 1990s.
The crutches made my butt look big.
The first note wasn't exactly one of the "love" variety.
I've always been a bit of a grammar snob.
As the next year began, a touch led to her realization.
My ego actually has a glandular problem.
The flirtation escalated to note passing in math class.
We adore little-kid logic in our house.
When a future seemed eminent, a curve in the road caused a slight misunderstanding.
I believed that I'd been sent on a wild goose chase.
After clearing up the misunderstanding, a romance quickly struck and expectations presented.
That's ADMIRAL, thank you very much!
Two decades later, a little boy makes a rushed assumption.
THAT is a story for a much, MUCH later time!