My Two Dads...

While getting ready to go back to work after lunch one day (late in 2006), Kate asked why I had to go. I told her that I had work to do. She asked if I had to work with my dad. "My dad?" "Yeah, your 'work dad'" (actually it came out as "jer work dad"... see Accented Accent post). I laughed because she was referring to my boss, Otis. He is six 1/2 feet tall... a big guy with a pony tail...