Hanging with Dumptruck
My grandson Logan and I were sitting on the couch watching Terminator when the kid turned to me. “You know something, Papa?” he said. “Linda Hamilton is hot.” I looked down at his chubby face, the splotch of crusted breast milk on his t-shirt. “Dude, you’re six months old. How would you even know?” A thin runner of drool trickled down his chin. “I especially like the part where she says, ‘Watch it for me, big buns.’” I tried to …Read the Rest