He laughed and chose "Mr. Cactus" because that really does identify him. He loves St. George and all the red dirt and cactus'. (Me, I'm a tree/ mountain kind of woman).
Which brought to mind another occurrence in our home last night.
In our church we try to meet together as a family each Monday night to have what we call "Family Home Evening". It's a time for family togetherness in this busy world. We have lessons on different subjects, play games, have treats, or go do activities outside our home.
Last night was my turn to do the lesson. We only have one child left at home, our 17 year old son. Last night I chose to talk about making good choices in dating situations.
For my visual aid I brought in a dirty old trap we keep in the backyard to catch "varmit". I mentioned how we each have traps or "temptations" going on in our life, and how we each need to be aware of our own personal traps.
For example, in my mature years, I'm probably not going to go out and be tempted to do drugs, but I still have other things I need to be careful of.
Our son Paul is a big tease. He doesn't let me get very far without his funny interjections. He interrupted me and said "I don't know mom, maybe your quilting blog is a front for a drug running business." To that Mr. Cactus replied "It would give a new meaning to the term "Cactus Needle"!
Oh, those funny boys.
There are days when I feel pretty outnumbered with all this testosterone going on in this house.
(as a side note: when I was trying to select a name for my blog site, I wanted to find something that combined Southern Utah with quilting. Cactus=Southern Utah/ Needle= quilting needle).