He was a Southern gentleman at 4. One warm & humid pre-summer day I went to pick him up after school. He was in a small class; probably about 18 kids and 12 of them were girls. I remember the number of GIRLS and soon you will know why....but that is a story for tomorrow.
First things first....I went to pick him up and I could smell this strong cologne odor wafting down the hall~ wrapping its invisible tentacles around me. I opened the door and his teacher, Sue Long, gave me "the look"...y'all know the one that says..."Doya know what your kid is up to?"...yeah...THAT look. "Sue, what's that smell in here?" I asked her. She stepped closer and stage whispered, "I THINK it's MamasBoy!" "Really?" "REALLY!!!" "Oh, my!" I haul the little sucker out to the car. He's smiling, happy as a clam on the shore. As soon as we are IN the car my eyes start to smart from the fumes. (Remember it is Florida AND hot AND this was before everyone had air conditioning in their car-Get it now? Yeah-I knew you would! )
"MamasBoy~What IS that smell?" "Mama, that's MrT's perfume." (don't call it perfume around the big boys-doesn't go over well). He proceeds to haul out the empty bottle that his brother had received as a Christmas gift about 3 weeks prior. I look at him in the rearview mirror. "Why, pray tell, would you put that whole bottle of cologne on?" "Mama," he said ever-so-sweetly with his baby innocent face, "It drives the chicks nuts!"
Almost as nuts as he drove me before he was grown....almost as much as he drives me nuts now....almost as nuts as he drives TheSecretAgent........almost......