This is the first entry of our family diary. Date: 10/28/90. I hope everyone will remember to record the things that happen to them every day.

Halloween is coming. The kids were outside playing when several of the older girls started teasing Danny.

“You’re Freddy Kruger!” they said to him. He took it personally enough to come in sniffing to his Dad.

“Dad! The kids are calling me Freddy Pooper!”

I told told him that if they call him names that he should say he can’t hear them. That would drive them crazy. He went out and gave it a try. Came back grinning. “They called me Freddy Pooper again! And I said, ‘I can’t hear you!'”

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Chaulk up one more for Pooperman…