Oh, happy day! As of today, I have Texas plates on the car driven
everywhere but Texas. It has been a long fourteen years since I have been able
to wear the plate of home.
The boys are proud Texans, too, even if they have never lived in
the Great State. However, this picture was actually just a ploy to get Keagan
in front of the camera. His big fat lip is not your imagination. He jacked up
his face last night when he was playing on the perimeter of the tub, slipped on
the wet surface, and hit his face on the toilet lid. There was blood, yells,
blood, chipped teeth, and cries before I finally got out of him what happened.
Today, too embarrassed to say that he fell and hit his lip on the toilet, he
went to school and told his friends that Evan beat him up. After school, a
group of first graders came to Keagan's defense, and while encircling Evan like
soldiers about to launch a major attack, demanded to know why Evan would he do
such a thing. Evan played it cool. He knew how nervous Keagan was about the
kids learning the truth. His reply, "That's what brothers do. Now who
wants to play some football?"
Keagan's secret is safe...for now.
And I have Texas plates.
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