Gut Rumbles
 

July 12, 2003

i do it

I tell my son that I love him. I'm pretty sure he knows it, but I tell him anyway, just to make sure.

He came in all sweaty and dirty from playing football in the yard today and asked for something to drink. I said, "There's your cup. You know where the ice and the water are." He fixed himself a drink and came to sit next to me.

"Whatcha watchin, daddy?"

"The greatest sports photographs of all time, or something like that on HBO."

"Is it good?"

"It beats having a tooth pulled."

He leaned against me and sipped his ice water. His hand found its way to my shoulder while he watched what I was watching. I waited for him to set the cup on the coffee table before I grabbed him in a bear-hug and bearded his cheek. He started giggling and squirming.

"I LOVE YOU, young man!" I said, as I gave him a juicy Wet Willie with lots of slobber.

"I love you TOO, daddy!" he giggled. "Now LET ME GO!" I took an elbow to the head, but I paid him back with a goosing to the armpit while I was careful to protect my tender genitals.

"Who is TALL DOG?" I demanded.

"YOU ARE," he replied.

"What are the magic words?"

"YOU ARE TALL DOG! SIR, yes, SIR!"

I let him go after that. He finished his water and went back outside to play. But he stopped in the front doorway on the way out and said, "I LIED! I AM TALL DOG! BWHAHAHAHAH!!!" Then, he slammed the door and ran away.

That's my boy.

My father never told me that he loved me. I know that he did, but he never said it. He SHOWED it, but he never spoke those words to me.

I won't make that mistake with my son.

Comments

*smiles* You two sound great together...
Great idea to write idea it down, its like having it frozen in time...Trease

Posted by: Trease on July 12, 2003 07:13 PM

Awesome story!

Posted by: drc on July 12, 2003 09:10 PM

Gut:

Showing him and telling him.

Perfect. That's what I wish I'd received from my dad.

Paul

Posted by: InTheDark on July 12, 2003 09:38 PM

Quinton's a lucky boy. I like that kid a lot myself....would you pass along a wet willie to him for me?

Posted by: Da Goddess on July 12, 2003 10:13 PM

Acidman, you're a kick-ass champion all the way around. You're my hero.

Posted by: estella on July 12, 2003 11:23 PM

Acidman I've come across your blog from reading another blog. I just wanted you to know that this brought tears to my eyes. I wish my son who just turned 15 had a Dad like you. Unfortunatley his Dad will have nothing to do with him. I read this to my boy and he just hugged me. What I've read so far you are a wonderfull man.

Posted by: lady on July 12, 2003 11:58 PM

The soft underbelly of a crusty old cracker. Damn, I love it when you do that.

Posted by: margi on July 13, 2003 04:27 AM

Best part...when he pulled his 'exit line' on you as he went out the door...he's really learning how to give YOU what you need back from him!

Posted by: MommaBear on July 13, 2003 07:27 AM

I love Quentin's last rejoinder....shows the world of love....and humour!

Posted by: Jane on July 13, 2003 09:06 AM

I have a snotty teenage girl who needs a lesson in tall dawgs. LOL I have spent the better part of my life striving for what you get on the weekends. Count yourself lucky and enjoy it whilr you have it!

Posted by: SASSY on July 13, 2003 02:43 PM
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