My son is a gremlin

Currently I live and pay taxes in Bangor. But if my son’s ears get any larger I may get a call from Brewer looking for their cut come April.

Seriously, they’re pretty big. Neither myself, nor his mother have ears like this and we’re puzzled over where they might have come from.  But I have a theory.

the resemblance is uncanny


My son is in fact,  a gremlin. Because of this I have to take safety measures and follow the 3 rules. I must not get him wet, keep him away from sunlight and most importantly, not feed him after midnight. Or else I could have real trouble on my hands when he gets bigger.


Pat Lemieux

About Pat Lemieux

Pat has it all, family, big old house, dogs, a young son and a quarter-life crisis. He blogs about trying to be who he has always been and be who he now needs to be. He enjoys 90's grunge metal, tasty local brews and the outdoors.