I've waxed philosophical in the past that Jack was born a Texan. He will intrinsically know what happened at the Alamo, what "perfect" nachos are, and the difference between a good and a bad tortilla.
And while that knowledge is great, I feel obliged to represent the Mid-Atlantic region in his upbringing.
I won't teach him to pronounce water as if it were spelled "wooder."
I will teach him to love DC and Philadelphia. And to respect Baltimore. (Charm City, if you come out of your crime tailspin, I will reevaluate.)
I will teach him to parallel park. That shit is important.
And, I will teach him to respect the likes of the Maryland Terrapin and the Delaware Blue Hen.
See? I've already started.
|Thanks, Uncle James and Aunt Jenny!|
Because it is cool to root for, as we say, an ass kickin' chicken. From the First State. You know?
Hope your day has some aggressive poultry in it.