Quasi-fatherhood

One of the joys of parenting is reliving childhood, and Mitchell has given this gift to me again and again.

The other day, I built him a sort of space jet-ski with a roatating multi-laser to be used by farmer smurf (we collected all the McDonald's Smurf figures when they we available), in his assault on the various enemy magnitudes he and his buddy Colby had for like an hour, assembled against eachother.

He has also introduced me to the joys of Monster Trucks, Drag Races, Little League and football.

  

Today, I found myself rushing to Shopko to buy a Lego City Police Station that they were harboring for me in their backroom, after I had actually been to that very store where they claimed they were out, just last night. It was like half off, and even online, their going for like 20 bucks more than what Shopko sold it for. I called every Shopko last night, in a 50 mile radius, intent on getting what the nearest Shopko had in stock. I discovered this only by returning home and looking this all up online.

If you're wondering how rad this thing is...here's a link. I got it for 20 bucks cheaper, and this is the last one anywhere for miles around...

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004478GMO/ref=asc_df_B004478GMO1794157?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=asn&creative=395093&creativeASIN=B004478GMO

So. Today, with Black Friday looming, I sit sated, knowing that I have slain the behemoth skillfully, and with poise and heart. I have bought Mitchell the Lego City Police Staion. I am pleased by this in a way I could never have anticipated.

I wonder who it is I'm trying to parent. Mitchell, or myself?

Larry, my proud and playful mixed maine coon, sits near the cooling gas fireplace of my apartment near where he passed out from a cruel and amusing laser pointer race I lead him through last night. My wife- to- be is sleeping off a Migraine in our bedroom. The TV is silent. My new peacoat came in the mail this morning, and I am at peace with all in the world, come what may. My belly is cooking down an everything bagel with plain cream cheese and a large Americano. My mind is humming with vigor, lit up with the brilliance only 4 sudafed and pint of espresso and hot water could illicit. This is a good life.