I can never remember how old I am anymore. The early 30’s are indistinguishable. My best friend is making me dinner tonight. Big meat dinner (which I never have with my vegetarian wife). And my wife is getting off work early. At this very moment, LM is singing a song about his “nut crack”. I don’t even want to ask.
S put LM in bed with us this morning and said “ok, go ahead…”
LM: “it is 9 o’clock and it is time to get up mommy.”
S whispering: “no the other thing.”
LM: “oh! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY.”
It’s pretty fucking good.