Father-Son Time

This afternoon my son and I had some alone time. Mommy had some errands to run in Baton Rouge. So Ethan and I had/are having man time.

I am attempting to teach him to spit like a man, but thus far I have been unsuccessful. Far from mere barbarism, spitting is an important skill. The boy cannot use grown-up toothpaste until he can spit properly. (Not to mention properly playing baseball.) We will work on this some more this afternoon.

During lunch, we shared Eggos and Mac-N-Cheese. The preparation of this kind of weird but simple meal will help to ensure his survival in college. We also drank milk straight from the jug, which, while not essential for male survival, tends to repulse those of the female gender. While becoming disgusting to the fairer sex may seem counter-productive, it is absolutely an essential male trait. Such behavior sub-conciously reinforces to the female her value in a relationship, for without her care and constant attention, the male in her life would die of malnutrition and filth.

Later today, we will tackle using the potty standing up. Should be fun.