So, as you well know, Hank is a ripe old 8 years of age. And with that age comes much, much wisdom. Some of his more memorable nuggets as of late:
To my brother, at his wedding, which yes, was his second wedding: “This is the best wedding you’ve had.”
Same day: “I hope you don’t divorce this one, because I like her.”
Same day, upon exiting the dance floor: “Not only am I having the night of my life, but I’m getting great exercise.”
Watching Faith Hill sing the Monday Night Football song: “Ah, if only she was 8 years old.”
Waving his hands at the automatic doors at Walmart: “I’m getting good at using the Force.”
I think it is fair to say that while the boy did not inherit my looks (and seriously, if you look at this photo and do NOT see his other biological contributor clear as day, you either don’t know the dude or you are messed up), he at least got my sense of humor.