Wade and I walk together frequently in the morning -- about 2.5 miles. About half way through, as we are about to round the corner to head to our local coffee shop, he gets to thinking about his to-do list and says to himself, "Oh boy."
I ask him who this boy is and why he's invoking his help with his to-do list.
Wade, of course, has no answer.
Please won't you help us think of a more gender-neutral replacement oath?
