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June 05, 2005
The Revolting Enemy
Jarrad once wrote an essay called something like "I Have Become the Enemy." In it he lamented about catching himself in a Starbucks, alone, wearing a leather jacket and overpriced sunglasses, and typing on a laptop. He was the enemy--the early twenties version, at any rate--but the new enemy, the late twenties/early thirties version, is me.
Today I found myself strolling through suburbia on a beautiful spring day. With my wife. And my dogs. Any my infant daughter--in a jogging stroller. After dining at Red Lobster and before enjoying (yes, enjoying) a frappuccino.
But am I the enemy? Maybe not, but if I met the me of '93, he'd probably think so.
Along with all this evil, though, has come some learning and some humor.
Example 1. Learning. (I still haven't figured this one out yet).
Recently, while sitting in my wife's lap, my daughter managed to discharge her colon in such a way that the offending discharge was deflected up and out of the diaper (without actually touching touching her) between my wife's legs (without actually touching her either) and onto the beautiful, white carpet.
Example 2. Humor.
Baby shit stains.
Posted by james at June 5, 2005 07:12 PM
Comments
Don't forget - Mickey-dog was pissed. After all, he doesn't poop in Zoe's bed, but now he's giving it some thought.
Posted by: The Little Woman at June 5, 2005 09:08 PM