I was going to do a really slick piece today. Tense truths and tender lies, about dreams, my own, and how you come to peace with broken ones.
I was going to write about being a stay-at-home-dad, something I rarely do, and should more often.
I had a super clever device that was going to interweave and skillfully juxtapose the two themes, seamlessly. Something about not being able to dream the dreams we should because we didn't know to dream them.
I was going to quote myself as saying "I'm the stay-at-home-dad I never dreamed of being" and bask again in my smug cleverness.
There was something one of the boys did that I was going to use to help illustrate my clever metaphor but I couldn't find whatever it was.
And then... Bunny T hops showed up:
And his whole freakin' family, his son Willam S. hops, toddler little hops and his wife, titty t. hops (she was in the entertainment industry once from what I gather):
His wild brother Sam S. Hops, who drives a crazy
And a second cousin, Jake J., which is a really cool name, or whatever, who cooks for the whole crew, some vegan crap, I don't know, I didn't really get why he was here:
So, as you can well imagine, I haven't been able to take anything seriously since they arrived.
So I guess I'll get back to that cleverer piece some other time. I'll juxtapose after The Hops are gone, they really are a lot of fun.
There is just no getting out of the way of silly.
From Marci's "... things you don't expect from the backseat ..."
"Yay, gravity actually helped me."
Savor the moment, Nick, savor the moment ...