Marv's Mind

Whale did swallow Jonah

Beg, beg, beg...that's all I hear. Can I go to Jonah's house? Can I go over to Jonah's house? Why can't I go to Jonah's house? His mom will be there. Can I go? Can I?

Holy Lord, please help me not to slit my wrists or bash my head into a wall. I hate blood but would almost rather bloody my own nose than let my girl grow up and talk to boys. Hang out with boys. Be near boys. Look at boys. Breath the same air as boys. boys Boys BOYS!!!

So instead....we had little Jonah come over here so we could grill his little ass and see what his intentions are. Kids that age don't have intentions. Do they?

They watched a dumb movie, ate sour jolly ranchers, jacked around on the computer and listened to music. Innocent enough. Right? I watched them like a hawk until I fell asleep. What a loser I am. Thank God Zoo was home and took over watch for me. I'd make a lousey soldier. Little Jonah is polite, well mannered, and almost as tall as Steph. Most boys her age are little squirts but you can tell Jonah has been eating his spinach. Toot Toot!

I'm done talking for now.

-Marv-