Big Boy

There was a salesman who came to our door today.  He was a nice guy from Idaho Falls who our bishop (who lives a couple of houses away) sent down to our house.  Just because it's a mormon salesman does that mean I'm supposed to buy something?  The only salespeople I really buy things from are those selling girlscout cookies or candybars.

So the guy is giving me his schpeel about home security systems when Trevor came up behind me to see who was at the door.  Trevor was kind of bending over drying his hair and then he stood up to see the salesmen.  When he stood up the salesman completely lost his train of thought and said "Wow, that's a big boy."  I started cracking up and told him I didn't need a home security system.  I have a dog (a killer dog) and Trevor.  He left without even trying to persuade me anymore.