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A Marine recruiter called and asked TYMPKatB if he's at all interested in a career in the military.
"I'm going to give the phone to my mom."
Being (in TYMPKatB's own words) "a tiny baby man", the phone was passed to me, and I talked to the eager recruiter.
"My son has an autism diagnosis and a bipolar disorder diagnosis. I am pretty confident that he'd never meet your requirements." The recruiter apologized for calling and ended the call.
Can calls from Army, Navy, Air Force, and Coast Guard be next?
With all this talk about the inefficiencies and red tape inherent in the Government, how the hell did they manage to call ONE DAY AFTER HE TURNED 18? How did they get our phone number? Our phone is not listed in his name (not even his last name).
Coincidentally, yesterday was grandson Cameron's eighth birthday. He and Jordyn had an exciting day.
Here they are, suited up:
Here's Cameron in action:
Cameron loves all things car-related (and all things related to Disney's Cars franchise). He didn't seem at all nervous while the car traveled 80 MPH around the track, even though his expression doesn't change during the entire video.
But he did have some trouble with the noise while he was waiting his turn:
I expect NASCAR to call them today for a job in the pit crew, at the very least.