Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Maybe, as the father of a precocious six-year-old girl, I am reverting back to my prudish Midwestern ways, but . . .

Is it wrong for me to worry? After a good play in soccer, my daughter Ann Caroline drops down, does a booty dance and yells;

“Shake that money maker, Baby.”

Why do I suddenly envision prolonged increased wine sales in our area for years to come?