09.19.06 - 11:00 pm

ashton.

he likes his bike rides. his walks. his cartoons. he loves his cereal. his bananas. his icecream.

he even enjoyed todays tracing of his hand on paper, coloring it with pencils and then gluing the cut outs on a paper towel roll.

but he especially loves playing on the bed. for whatever reason, he will tirelessly allow me to throw him, pillow punch him, spin him, consume him with sheets, and jump with him on my bed. he adores it.
the sheets are an octopus. a closed fist stuck to your head is the horn of a rhinocerus. getting your body stuck between the vice like grip of my legs is getting caught in The Machine. not to mention, the bed is of course surrounded by hot lava.

but even more enjoyable than this, the thing that causes his eyes to swell and his face to glow is that of another child his age. especially a boy. tonight tristan came over with megan. i cooked dinner. the best dinner.

a standard dinner.

and then let the boys have at it. running. monsters. sharks. tennis rackets. banjos. buzz lightyears. bed jumping. body slamming. crying. and night time book reading.

and then "i want to go homes" and the rest of the evening by myself. this girl is nice. and pretty. and while im severely intimidated by her, i still do a terrific job of fumbling around and making an idiot of myself.

dating. what the fuck.

ps. sean cheated on his wife with a night nurse.