You never know the impression you leave…

My wife just got a call from her sis­ter. It seems that our niece, Tori, was given a cheap pair of Groucho Marx glasses. (You know: the ones with the fake nose and mus­tache attached.) Tori started wear­ing the glasses and march­ing around the house. Her mom asked her what she was doing and she said “being Uncle Scott…”

Sometimes we never get to see the impres­sion peo­ple have of us, but when I do I always find it inter­est­ing. I con­sider it a top honor to be in my niece’ thoughts. It is a bonus that it is dur­ing her play­time and an even big­ger bonus that her thoughts of me are humor­ous. I just love mak­ing her smile…!

Tagged as: honor, impression