The first in what I fear will be a regular feature of the Baxblog.
So I'm dead asleep in the wee hours or the morn when the Fuss head-butts me.
Confused, I start up saying "WHAT?!"
Which must have scared him, because he started wailing at the top of his lungs.
He's lucky years of therapy have steam-pressed my night time neuroses relatively flat- his mom still bears scars from past run-ins with my nocturnal reactions.
Sign him up for soccer practice now.
ReplyDeleteDude you are a late bloomer! Nocturnal reactions usually go away after puberty!
ReplyDeletei do believe the rain can undo the most careful of pressing, bobo and baxie.
ReplyDeleteit all takes ironing and re-ironing and ironing again.