Zane . . . my boy, who insisted he's planning to marry me . . . until last night when he said he wanted to marry Princess Leia . . . and this morning when he said he wanted to marry a particular Power Ranger. Oh well . . . I had him for a time . . . :-)
It's neat to see all the girls smitten with him. When arriving at our ZooKids destination one last time, one of the little girls ran around the corner yelling, "There he is!" She proceeded to run to him and hug him, pinning him against the wall. He smiled and said nothing, just rolling his eyes at me.
At dinner a week or so ago, and after cutting his hair, his daddy was explaining to him that we're going to have beat the chicks off of him. Our conversations continued on to different things when next thing we knew Zane went back to talking about the chicks. He said something about being in the backyard and how hard it would be to beat all the chickens off of him. We laughed hysterically as visuals of chickens attacking Zane flooded our minds, since that's not even close to what Daddy was talking about and highly unlikely . . . but poor kid . . .
Now on to drawing art for the comic strip Adam unknowingly created . . .
A link to the history of the old Holzer Hospital: http://www.appalachianhistory.net/2016/05/charles-holzer-builds-first-general.html