Not the most alluring shot of Matt.It's the end of day 22. 22 straight days of work; drilling in the National Guard. Four more days and he can be done for a bit.
But Matt's a Good Dad and absolute brain dead-ed-ness notwithstanding he is takes on Boy Care from the moment he walks through the door.
Tonight, by the time he dozed through dinner, flopping on the beanbag and staying awake was all he could manage.
The Boy figured he just had one more toy.
Daddy: Better Than a Swing Set.
Dad was, by turns, a horse, a plow, a car and some unidentifiable bit of machinery. Matt must have kidneys of teflon and a bladder of steel. There were a lot of giddyups and kick starts.
At one point Daddy the Tractor wouldn't start. The Boy walked around to see what the matter might be. He inspected Dad's nose the most closely and firmly announced, "Well, there's the problem."
Which was funny. But I can't figure out what the high point of the evening was. Either watching The Boy climb back onto his perch using Matt's face for a leg-up or seeing Matt's head flush a deep fuschia when The Boy when around back to "put the train in the tunnel."
Me? I was sipping a very nice glass of wine and laughing. I certainly didn't want to interfere with their bonding.
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