Today was the real Father's Day
Occasionally, one of the boys will slither his way into bed with my wife and I. Under the cover of darkness of course. In the middle of the night I felt someone in between us and reached over and felt a mohawk. That would be Emerson, our youngest. In the morning he began to fidget about and woke me up enough to be somewhat lucid. Not opening my eyes and letting the world filter in slowly, I felt Emerson crawl out from under the covers lean over and kiss me my cheek.
Not a word just a kiss.
posted by sconsetmonkey @ 6/20/2007 08:32:00 PM
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Aaaw sweet baby (with a mohawk)
I'm guilty. He saw some old snaps of me back in the day.
Although, to his credit he's been rockin' it for a year and a half.
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