The Big Ugly Man Doll

To Number One Son, who is nine today.  I wasn't worried a bit, since I remember my own parents wondering if I was going to live past 8 years old myself - seems to be that magical "you're going to get yourself killed" age.   Nine years old - make it nine more and you're outta here, kid. 

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To Number One Son, who is nine today.  I wasn’t worried a bit, since I remember my own parents wondering if I was going to live past 8 years old myself – seems to be that magical "you’re going to get yourself killed" age.   Nine years old – make it nine more and you’re outta here, kid.