I spent about 5 hours working in the yard yesterday, getting nice and sweaty and dirty! Damn this miserable 85-degree heat. After turning my lawn into the immaculate spectacle that it is today, I went inside to take a shower. I’ll skip all the details of the shower so Snoop doesn’t swoon, and get right to the jist of my story. I’m in the process of toweling off when my 2-year-old son walks into the bathroom and say, “Woohoo! Nice butt baby!” and then turns around and walks away.

All the parenting books in the world will tell you not to laugh at stuff like that, but trust me it is damn near impossible not to chortle. Now before any of you decide to take it upon yourself to call social services, obviously my son had heard my wife making that comment without her knowledge of him listening.

So, I got dressed and had a little chat with my son about the virtues of not telling people they have a nice butt, especially people they are related to. He, of course, looked at me, smiled and said “Nice butt baby!”

My wife and I also had a little chat.



Danu referring to Tigr: "...his tongue is amazing!"

Neil Gaiman Revolving Book Club