After having a rough afternoon at soccer practice with his prick of a coach who is overcompensating because he happens to be his dad, Andrew the Adventurous (my 5-year old swashbuckler) had a very difficult evening. I decided to (out of guilt) let him stay up late after putting his brothers to bed, allowing only to let him play his GBA (Game Boy Advance) while I blogged a little. Finally, the GBA became the enemy when the “stupid batteries” gave way and I had to wipe away his tears and carry him off to bed amongst severe protests.
Enduring cries of oppression and displeasure, I laid him in his bed still getting an earful about the conspiracy that was being waged against him. It wasn’t unitl I laid down next to him that he stopped protesting and snuggled under his blanket. Then, in the dark, silent room he softly said, “Dad, you can rest your arm across me if you want.”
I did, he slept, I teared. Sgt Hook out.
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