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“Mom… Do boys AND girls have boobs?  Or do only girls have boobs and boys have just some nipples that never grow up?”

It’s REALLY hard to NOT smile when Ashton has a very important question to ask you!!!

With today being Veteran’s Day - everyone should take a moment to think about all of the men and women that currently serve or have served in our country’s military to ensure us the freedoms that we enjoy on a daily basis.  I come from a military family, so my thankfulness starts there, in memory of my amazing grandfather, William R. Sisley, Sr. (Captain, USN, Ret.), who passed away in 2004 during Hurricane Ivan in Pensacola, FL.  In memory of my equally amazing uncle, Walter Carl Joller Jr. (Captain, USN, Ret.), who left us unexpectedly in January of this year.  And last but not least, in honor of my wonderful father, William R. Sisley, Jr. (Captain, USN, Ret.), who is enjoying retirement and spending his days being the best “Pop Pop” that two kids could ever know.

My grandfather served in the U.S. Navy for 32 years, retiring with the rank of Captain.  He was a fighter pilot, flying F6 Hellcat’s in WWII and F9 Panther’s in the Korean War.  On Feb 28, 1950, he made the Navy’s first night jet landing on the USS Valley Forge and was featured in TIME Magazine for this accomplishment.  He is listed in the National Naval Aviation Museum’s National Flight Log here.

My uncle John (we called him Uncle John) served in the U.S. Navy for 30 years, retiring with the rank of Captain.  He flew E2 Hawkeyes and after retirement was a Scientist for the U. S. Government.

My father served in the U.S. Navy for 27 years, retiring with the rank of Captain.  He was an accomplished E2 Hawkeye pilot, flying in missions in Libya and Lebanon.  He is listed in the National Naval Aviation Museum’s National Flight Log here.

Thank you to them for their years of service, and to all the other Veteran’s that risk so much and for all the sacrifices they make for our freedom.

Last night, Ashton and I were sitting in the car, waiting for Kaiden to get out of dance class.  We were sitting there in the dark talking about this one episode of “The Mighty B” that scares him, because Bessie Higgenbottom (the main character created and played by my fav - Amy Poehler from SNL) is at the doctors to get a shot and when the nurse comes out to the waiting room and calls Bessie’s name she says it REALLY SCARY…. in a monster’s voice and real drawn out… BESSIIIEEE HIIIGGGEEENNNBBBOOOTTTEEEMMM!!!!!!!  So he doesn’t like that episode, and he REALLY doesn’t like when I repeatedly say “Bessie Higgenbottom” in the monster voice like they do in the cartoon, while sitting in a dark car.  “MOM, STOP IT!!!  I mean it!!!  You are scaring me straight to death.”  So I stopped, well I stopped saying Bessie Higgenbottom.

It was finally time to unbuckle and walk up to the dance studio, so Ashton unbuckled and came up to the center console of my car (he usually comes there and ends up hopping through to the front seat and coming out my car door).  Just as he was coming up to the center console, I quickly whipped around, put my arms up and made this horrible Velociraptor type noise.  As quickly as I made that sound, his face just as quickly, went completely pale and he immediately, without any hesitation, punched me right in the mouth… HARD.  I tasted blood and knew that he had busted my lip open on the inside where it hit my teeth.  He started crying, because I had scared him AND because he realized he had just punched his mom in the face.  Then I felt like an asshole and had to hug him and tell him I was sorry I scared him and that he wasn’t in trouble for busting open my lip… I had deserved it.

Lesson learned - don’t scare Ashton.  Or at the very least not until I have mastered the “bob and weave” so that I can avoid his left hook!  :evil: