Overheard at my house last night:
"Tell Daddy what you did at pre-school today."
"I poked da teacher..."
"...and where did you poke her?"
"In da boobie..."
At this point, things got dark, as my torso convulsed, I turned away and I covered my face with my hands to disguise the laughter that was ably muffled, but not entirely tamed. I am told that my son was instructed in no uncertain terms regarding personal space.
He is my son, that much is certain. And I love him very much.
I went to Tourmaline yesterday. Javier @quantumprimordial invited me to
come out and schedules aligned and it was a great after-work session. It
was closing out and lots of board surfers to avoid but there was plenty of
fun to be had. Share the stoke.
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