As I was tucking my son into bed last night, he said to me
“Daddy, what kind of man are you?”
The question caught me off guard. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean what kind of letter-man are you?” This made me even more confused.
Letter-man? What could he be talking about? “I don’t know, buddy, what sort of letter-man are you?
" ”Well, I thought I was a U-man, but the man outside the church kept pointing at me and saying I was an O-man.
Mommy said he was crazy, but he just looked scared to me” I was starting to see what he was getting at, but I still wasn’t sure how to answer.
Finally my son got impatient “So come on daddy, tell me already! Are you a U-man like me, or are you a D-man like the one on the ceiling?”