My son or your son?

By AdventureDad on September 15th, 2005 Print This Post Email This Post

Last night we were putting the little one to bed with our usual routine. A bath, some "gröt", some Baby Einstein, some "välling", a little reading, and then sleep. Sandra was sitting on the couch and Daniel was jumping around on the couch. Suddenly he slapped her on the face and smiled. It was not just a slap, it was a real slap that I could clearly hear into the other room. Hot Wife was not entertained. Of course he didn’t do it on purpose, he was just playing, but the look he got back was evil. She stood up and told me with a serious voice:"Daniel is now your son for the next hour!" Then she walked out of the room

Occasionally when he doesn’t behave I tell Sandra what "her son" has done. When he does good things I naturally refer to him as "my son". It’s almost like I want to take credit for only the good things and shift the crap on Hot Wife. Of course we do this as a joke but I wonder if there is something deeper inside us hoping that this is actually true? Are we really this pathetic?

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