Sometimes things scare the crap out of me, I'd always prefer to go myself, but they won't take old farts like me.
His granny is scheduled to do an adjustment on the pants this next Sunday afternoon. I need to get him some real leather shoes, and teach him how to spit shine, the patent leather stuff just doesn't impress me much.
Congrats to you & the boy Swamp. Now your job is to make sure he can read a compass, shoot a back azimuth and read a contour map.
Just kidding. Fine looking Lad.