Lucky Seven

7 years ago, a wee, mysterious being appeared in our lives.  At first glance, he appeared to be a forest sprite.

We quickly discovered he had the voice of a banshee, the appetite of a zombie and the sleeping habits of a vampire.

With a firm, decided grasp, he rapidly took over our hearts.

And our household.

And our pocketbook.

However, in his household account of debt to us, he is firmly in the black.

And perhaps, Manoj and I are the ones in the red.