There are seminal moments in life. Turning 32 is not one of them; even if it is 100000 in binary. Neither is starting a blog. Or even buying a house.
Recently, before heading off to daycare, Golden Boy asked if he could put some lotion on my feet. I am sure I could have found many reasons to deny such a request. None of them were good reasons. So I sat down and held out my feet while my three-year-old son lubed them up. The stuff smelled like a girls locker room, sweat and perfume, and he put enough on that I nearly slipped on the pile carpet.
I kept my mouth shut. I knew what this was: The first time a son rubs Peppermint & Plum scented Shea Butter Heel & Callus Balm on his father’s feet is definitely a seminal moment.
