I got a call from Sarah, our youngest daughter, today saying that she had visited my blog. Of course, her young eyes, being much more oriented to detail than mine, immediately caught one of what I'm sure will become many, mistakes in my posting. It seems that I have once again gotten a bit confused about Walker III's birthdate. He is about to turn thirty three in August, not 34 as I had indicated in my profile.
When Walker was just a little fellow and was learning all the things that pre-schoolers learn, one item on my list of things to teach him was his birthdate. One afternoon, after a particularly lengthy round of car pools for the girls during which I drilled him incessantly, he finally mastered it. When I picked Molly up after a choir rehearsal or soccer practice, I boasted to her that Walker had finally learned his birthday and asked him to show Molly what he had learned. "August Twenty-fifth" he piped. As I gave Molly a "see, I told you so look", she retorted that that was pretty impressive, but that his birthday was actually August Twenty-seventh. It took several more years to re-teach Walker the correct date. It wasn't nearly so difficult to correct the date on my blog.
May all my mistakes be easily corrected.