Nothing like having to stand and hold hands for five minutes to learn not to fight with your sibling.
Some things never change. They just get older.
Taco Thursday
Walking around downtown this weekend.
New poster for my office at work.
Halfway through Cake’s Comfort Eagle (whole album), my son says
What kind of music is this?
I turn to the back seat of the car
90s post-grunge slacker pop.
Pause. And then from him
Oh. That was…specific.
Hugs goodnight while on a business trip
So Beyond. Past Bed and Bath. Into the Beyond. Balls.
Fuck. That was…not easy.
