A friend posted the other day about inheriting a happy gene; and although I'm not sure from whence Boy Wonder's happy gene came, he's surely got it. It's a marvelous genetic gift to be a tail-wagging, happily panting golden retriever of a person. I think his yen for comedy may be driving his kindergarten teacher a bit batty (possibly his father, too), but I admire his unserious take on life.
I'm joining him for a covered dish luncheon at school today. And guess what? He's pretty happy about that.
Rock on, little buddy.
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