Golden Boy has been a bit tarnished as of late. Mopey. Moody. Depressed even. Which really isn’t saying a lot because Golden Boy’s worst day is probably on par with your best day. Even so, pain is relative; the boy needed some lovin’.
So yesterday The Woman Who Shall Not Be Disparaged took The Bug to her sister’s bridal shower. (TWWSNBD’s sister, not The Bug’s sister. The Bug doesn’t have a sister. At least not any that I’m legally required to support.)
Meanwhile, Golden Boy and I had a Man Date. We ate questionable cuisine. We watched some Street. We played with dinosaurs in the bath tub. We left more water on the floor than went down the drain. We ran through the house in our underwear. We killed a deer and ate it raw. We yelled lewd things at random women walking down the street. We even discovered that with a little three-year-old ingenuity and brute strength that ten quarters can fit in my belly button. (Sideways. They didn’t even rattle when I laughed. Too tight of a fit.)
It wasn’t the best night ever, but it sure did polish the boy up right. As we snuggled (in a manly way) before bed we had the following conversation which summed up the evening:
Me: Hey, bud. I had a lot of fun playing with you tonight.
Golden Boy: [Awkward silence.]
Me: Did you hear me bud. I really had fun. You don’t have anything to say?Golden Boy: [Smirking] I don’t respect what you’re saying.
Me: [Guffaw!] You are a Monkey boy!
Golden Boy: You are a DONKEY boy!
