My son sat quietly eating his cereal. We really are picture perfect.
He offered a response mid eye roll. “Just write down the shit you tell me every day. I’ve never met anyone more blunt”.
I smiled sweetly.
Ok buddy. Good point. I am quite fierce during our early morning coffee rants. The part he was missing, however, the nectar of this peach, is that I will probably end up writing about the shit I tell my girlfriends. THAT is what juicy writing is made of. And, whether he knows it or not, he has a starring role.
“I guess” I responded while looking on the computer. “One of the posts here mentions vibrators, and I’m not sure I’m willing to go there.” I sipped my coffee.
He considered my statement. “Well, no. But its’, not like you even own a vibrator.”
I almost spewed my coffee. Shit, where had that little buzzing jack rabbit gone, anyway? It’s probably rolling around in a toy bin somewhere.
“Thanks honey. I think I’m going to do it. The good news is that I can be anonymous so I won’t offend anyone in particular”.
He nodded his head in agreement. “Great – although I don’t imagine you’d write anything that you would be embarrassed of, its’ not you to do that anyway”.
“Thanks sweetie.” And I stood up to give him a kiss. I needed to go strip apart my night table and hunt down that little rabbit.
“You know me so well”.