shower

Michael usually gets a bath at night, but more frequently we just take a shower together. Two reasons. One, if I don't, I'm probably not showering after he goes to sleep. Two, he loves it. I suppose he feels like a big boy, finally cool enough to be like dad. We've definitely had to emphasize the "never touch or punch another man's peepee" rule though.

This evening, Michael and I went to the park at St. Medard. There's this little box underneath the slide that has a steering wheel and an "accelerator" that you can move up and down. It's quite small but can hold two kids Michael's size. It's not tall enough for Michael to stand up in so it must be about two and a half feet tall.

Anyway, Michael usually goes in there and then I try to fit in there as well. I usually get one butt cheek on the bench and then I push the accelerator while Michael mans the wheel. Today I crammed myself in there like normal. After a couple minutes, Michael looks at me all hunched over and says "Daddy fat!" Well, yes, it would appear so. Thank you, son.