A couple days ago, my son had discussed the possibility of getting into the Guinness Book of World Records. Apparently, it's still on his mind.
"Mama, I have another idea for how to get in the Guinness Book of World Records."
"Really?" I said. "I hope this one is better than your last (which was causing the most destruction with his hands in two minutes)."
"It is. Do you want to know what it is?"
"Sure, Bubba. What is it?"
"Do you know those guards that don't smile in England? The ones who guard the castles?"
I nodded my head.
"I'm going to be the first person to make them giggle!"
I couldn't help but smile at that. "Oh yeah, Bubba? How are you going to do that?"
"I'm going to get a feather and tickle them!"
Okay. So ladies and gentlemen, if you see on the news that the guards at Buckingham Palace have started cracking smiles, look for a young boy, about three and a half feet tall, running around with a feather. That would be my son. And he's on a mission!