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"What if you just told the fucking truth?"

Like anyone does?

How I feel with my kid

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Watching Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood with Baz while contemplating the lentil-rice bake that is tonight's dinner. I am the most boring fucking being on earth in this single second. 

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Watching my kid read

Three-thirty in the morning, and the Angel of Sleep Death and I are sitting on the couch. I'm writing something related to real estate and he's reading his train book, reciting most of the pages from memory.

Am I tired? Oh, fuck yeah. But I will remember this.

Doesn't matter how much I tell you

I'll always have secrets.

Conversation while Baz is in the bath

And I'm looking at a bunch of stupid vegetarian dinner recipes, though I'd rather be looking at international plane tickets, and maybe that's next:

ADAM: I'm thinking fried rice.
ME: Yeah?
ADAM: It just popped into my head.
ME: Man, most food photos look like vomit on a plate.
ADAM: Snort.
ME: I'm serious. They look like chunks.