PJs

My son is a giant. He ceased to be a baby the minute we switched from footie pajamas to 2-piece pajamas with monsters printed on them.
He's a little boy now, and I can't help but try to hold on, because it feels like it really wasn't that long ago that I was wearing a little boys' pajama shirt with monsters printed on it. Reading shitty poetry at a sparsely attended open mic, in college.

Today

Today my son learned how to paddle in the water, how to brush Daddy's hair, how to kiss his books goodnight, and a hundred other things I didn't even register.



Today I learned that Guy Pearce is Australian.