This past week my article was about being crowned the world’s worst axe throwing dad. I gave it a good effort in putting a point to it – not the axe, but the story – as my 10-year old son, Royal, bested me in every way.  Even to my delight. But a comment left on the post by my friend, and one of the world’s great wordsmiths, actually knocked me off of my seat. I read it while in the Sky Lounge in the Minneapolis Airport, in between speaking at events and travel, and was so taken aback that people were looking at me as I was visibly shaken, laughing, and moved by the wonderfulness of his comment. Here it is, from the GREAT Thomas Cantrell:   Worry not, Jason, you do have a future alongside your famous axe throwing son. You have advanced in life to being Royal Squire* (or is that Royal’s Squire). Henceforth, thou shalt carry Royal’s axes, sharpen them, have them at ready for contest and conquest. *FYI ~ “Squire” was a term in the Middle Ages for a knight’s assistant. The squire served the knight as his assistant, carried his weapons and shield into battle,