Sunday, March 02, 2008

There are times

...when you just want to nap a little. Maybe your throat is sore. Maybe your sinuses are congested. But every time your darling 4-year old son makes a peep, his mother sends him to, "Go play with Daddy."

And maybe darling son's idea of playing with Daddy is to sit quietly in bed next to Daddy and wait until he looks like he's just fallen asleep, then do a flying trampoline jump onto Daddy's junk. Being married, it is a rare event indeed for me to be awakened by a skull to the crotch. It's not anywhere near as pleasant and you might expect.

1 comment:

dr. phil said...

apple don't fall far from the tree