My two sons are polar opposites. My oldest is cool calm and collected. Nothing phases him. I call him Gandhi. My youngest is a daredevil. I call him Chicken Little. I call him that because when he’s around the sky usually is falling and it’s because he’s blown something up.

If I had not been an active participant in their births, I would not believe they are brothers.

One day my youngest went through the neighborhood and gathered as many tree frogs as he could find. He then tied them to helium balloons and let them go. Once his frogs were over head he grabbed his air-soft gun and shot them down like skeet.

Gandhi – seeing the plague of frogs descending upon our house, tore his clothes and fasted for a week.

Have a great weekend and remember – you are awesome and nobody can take that away from you.