Even Steven, Mayor of Our House
As much as I like to make fun of Even Steven,
He really is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.
He brakes the minivan for squirrels in the road, he blowdries Alice’s hair after she gets out of the tub so that she doesn’t have to go to bed with wet hair, and he wears socks to bed in the winter.
Well, I guess the sock thing doesn’t make him a nice guy necessarily, but I think it’s cute.
But – seriously – he’s a nice guy.
We were in the car last week and all of a sudden, Even Steven looked at me and said,
“You know… I could see myself running for office one day.”
That was my response. I don’t even know if he was referring to a township position or something within the city or heck -something in Congress?
I have no idea what he was talking about because I couldn’t stop laughing.
I was actually worried about myself because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
Because all I could think about was this:
and – this…
Oh – wait – let’s not forget about this:
Dear SWEET Even Steven,
I’m very sorry that I didn’t let you finish talking about your hopes and dreams while we were in the car last week. And I’m sorry that I almost threw up because I was laughing so hard.
And I’m even more sorry that no matter what office you were thinking of running for, I have already ruined your chances of winning. Without a doubt.
With everything I’ve written, you won’t be mayor of anything.
But you can always be mayor of our house. Well, maybe co-mayor.
PS – Happy Halloween! Even Steven still can’t decide on his costume for tonight. Click here to help him decide.