February 12, 2008
Things that make you feel good
Originally published December 25, 2003
I spent this evening assembling monsters, dragons and "slayers" from some fantasy-game I bought for Quinton. He and Jack are having a wonderful time with all of that horrible shit. They like monsters, dragons and slayers.
Quinton ran up to me and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, daddy! Thank you for everything you bought me for Christmas this year!"
"You're welcome, son. I'm glad that you like it. Merry Christmas."
"Daddy, know what? You're not bad for AN UGLY OLD GEEZER!" He took off running down the hallway and laughing his ass off after that remark.
I should have chased him down and tackled his young self, but I worry about hurting my back again. I let him get away with that one. Hell, I AM an ugly old geezer. I damn sure ain't the man I was at 28 years old. I've seen a lot of blood flow under the bridge in my life.
I sometimes see so much of me in my son that I get all teary-eyed just looking at him. He is a pisscutter. He is smart, good-looking and all boy. He's got a good sense of humor, and he is comfortable enough around me to make smart-assed comments and know that I will take them in the spirit he meant for me to feel. This ugly old geezer loves his son.
And I believe that Quinton had a very merry Christmas.
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