Go To Sleep

I have three grandchildren. Young kids marrying young kids, marrying young kids. Now that they have spawned, I regularly tell my children they are redundant, sperm donors who no longer serve any other familial purpose. I am a counselor so I’m used to being honest with people for money.

Isaac is two-years-old and a force of nature. He is the one in the beer hat, although we would never do that and I get one first. Isaac and I are joined at the hip and he is definitely my little man.

Friday mornings are my time with the boys. For a few hours every week, along with other more varied appearances, they are the center of my universe. This morning we raced cars over each others heads while Isaac smacked me in the chest with a hammer. Angus, the heir to the throne, is so far away from his little brother…

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