Chronic Stupid

Daddy, I have a secret...

So, my son scared the junk right-outa-me the other day.
It was early,
real early.
I was getting ready to go to work, 4:30 am or so.
My son was getting up to go potty.
He came over to me as I was putting on my boots.
Messy hair,
race car 'jammies,
blankie on shoulder and fingers in mouth,
the absolute picture of boyhood.
He looks at me and says, " Dad, I don't think I want to be a little boy anymore."
WHAT!?
My mind started to go into convulsions, 900 miles an hour!
"What do I say?"
"I don't have time for this conversation!"
"What do I tell him!"
"Have I failed as a father?"
"Have I been abusive?"
"Should I become Abusive?"
"Why isn't my wife awake!?"
"WHY GOD!!!"
So, I took a deep breath, and calmly asked him, "Oh, ok, so what do you want to be?"
I screwed my eyes shut, and prepared for the worst.
It felt like a million years before he finaly said,"I think, ..um..I want to be a Grizzly Bear"
"Oh, a grizzly huh? That's cool, alright then! "
"Okay Dad! I'm going to bed now. Have a good day at work!"
"Yeah, right, 'Love you, big man.Uh err, grizzly."
"daaaaad!"
Crisis over. I'm okay. Now to work...

posted by HazMatt @ 10:30 PM