It was a typical day, well semi typical in that my wife had still yet to come home with our brand new daughter. Both are doing well in case anyone is curious, little one is sleeping and eating well and mom is in a very good recovery so far given the amazingly fast labor she had. Apparently the incredibly fast labor she had happens in a amazingly small percentages of pregnancy that the few complications she has is pretty incredible, at least according to the delivering doctor.
Anyway, so I had gotten my son off the bus from school and was going through the standard routine we've built with him in the last week for his first year of school. You know..get off the bus, get home, go through any papers sent home, review our day and then settle into the evening routine of prepping for the next day. This evening routine is pretty simple really, I feed my son, I play with my son, and then I prep my son.
It was during the prep event that I guess a teaching moment arose. My son is pretty gifted, he has been taking showers for 2 years now. He eschews a bath because as he puts it "Dad, I don't have my (insert electronic distraction) time if I stay in a bath for a long time".
So there I was assisting my son in his shower. As I said he is gifted, but at five years old he tends to forget the important parts, or as George Carlin so eloquently put....well here you go
So it was during this moment while I was assisting my son that he uttered a word to me that I had never said in his presence. Join me after the orange nipple for a quick explanation.
