What's That Goosmount?

My oldest son, K1, from now one, will be known as Goosmount.

We are sitting by the fireplace last Saterday, watching "America's Most Wanted", absorbing all it's trashy goodness, as it is our ritual when ever we have no other weekend plans. John Walsh was working with bone specialist to recreate a three dimensional face of a unidentified lady who's corpse surfaced in a lake in the south east, seventeen years ago. "Hey Mom, she kinda looks like you.", K1 had commented to me. She looked nothing like me. Her nose maybe a little.

The next case was a search for a young man, named Goosmount, who had whent completly biserk and stabbed his entire family to death. His one outstanding feature is a slight mole on the right side of his nose. K1, ever observant, pipes up, "I have a mole by my nose." He set himself up for what followed.

"I think you ARE Goosmount."

"He looks just like his picture on TV." (The real Goosmount is Hispanic.)

"Goosmount, run out and get me a water, or I'll turn you in."

"I'm gonna turn Goosemount in for the reward. Then I will smuggle him a file in a cake in the the prison. When he breaks out and shows up back here, I'll turn him for the reward again."

"Hey, Goosmount looks like he is starting to get mad. Don't turn turn your back to him."

"Goosmount, knife sharpner is in the door. Stay away from it."

"Whats the number for 1-800-crime-tv, Goosmount?"

"Would you call what you did a rampage, Goosmount. or just a slaying, old school?"


I'm sorry to say Goosmount is sick and has missed the past couple days of school. Those killing rampages take alot out of you.