My son cried out in the middle of the night
and I went to him and I picked him up
and I cradled him and we rocked for a bit
in the sliding chair
with a blanket over both of us.
And then either he peed on me or I peed on him.
I’m not quite sure.
But I think he peed on me.
And I was three-years old again
except now
I could clean myself
and I was laughing.
So I dealt with the pee
that he’d piddled on me
while my wife cleaned up
our boy and the chair.
Then we called it a night
and he slept straight on through
all dry, all clean.
Me too.
and so the yin-yang circle is complete, father to son, son to father, mother to us all. all involving pee.
“”Laughing at his own son, who got his mother, and by his mother’s means his father also, to indulge him, he told him that he had the most power of any one in Greece: “For the Athenians command the rest of Greece, I command the Athenians, your mother commands me, and you command your mother.””
—Plutarch—
and so the yin-yang circle is complete, father to son, son to father, mother to us all. all involving pee.
“”Laughing at his own son, who got his mother, and by his mother’s means his father also, to indulge him, he told him that he had the most power of any one in Greece: “For the Athenians command the rest of Greece, I command the Athenians, your mother commands me, and you command your mother.””
—Plutarch—