Saturday, September 05, 2009

Scathing Expose.



My oh my.
I have lucid dreams that the boy is in our room running around.
Hanging out.
He is sitting up in the top of our closet, or he has got jam all over his face.
Sometimes I just talk to T about it, like a running commentary.
Other times I jump out of bed, leaping towards the closet in hopes of catching him before he
decides to test gravity.

When he is awake it is a non stop battle of wits.
I don't get to see him as much during the week, so I try to keep the peace while I can.
But damn he is a cunning little SOB.
It is good though, he keeps me on my toes.
And that keeps me in the moment.

I am going to cook hotdogs on the grill.
Gross, but delicious also.
lvomathew

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