*nods his head left, then right* That ain't neccessarily so Luke. Before you went into the Marines, you were able to tolerate anything yer little cousin would throw at ya. I remember one time you were back behind the barn with Enos, Daisy and BethAnn Stovall. The four of you were out there past midnight watching them there shootin' star things. I think there was about a million of them that night. Anyhow, Bo climbed on top of the barn with a dynamite arrow and shot it up in the air right at the moment you was giving BethAnn a smooch. Of course, I give him a whipin fer gitting into the dynamite but you just laughed even though he scared ya half out of yer wits. You had more patience than any of my kids at that age. *pauses* So don't tell me ya ain't changed.