The boy knows his sign language just as well as Helen Keller knew hers.
The only sign language that I know is the universal sign for choking. Knowing that one saves lives, and so I committed it to memory. Both hands around the throat. Got it.
But here’s the boy, showing you where he placed in the little putting competition he had on the golf course today. He’s the Number Two Putter, people! Hubs and I were a little proud of him. The boy and the golf? Well, they are tight.
Because I am Number One. I’ll just go ahead and own that one.
I mean, really. He weighed 6 pounds, 10 ounces just yesterday, didn’t he?