Wednesday, July 21, 2004
BLACKFIVE: The Privilege Of Being An American Dad
Tonight, I was giving my three year old monster, Little Blackfive, his bath. The routine is the same. He puts in the bubble bath (Cookie Monster Watermelon) and tests the temperature.
Then, he hops in. Between bubble fights, ship wrecks, and ear washing, we talk about his day at pre-school. He went to Lincoln Park Zoo today and declared the Monkeys to be his favorite (Sorry Frank - last time it was the Lions, I swear).
When we're through, he stands up. I hold out my arms to pick him up. Instead of letting me pick him up out of the tub, he gets a glint in his eyes. He jumps up and puts his arms around my neck...completely soaking me.
We both laugh like crazy as I towel off his head. Then, I stop. Little Blackfive pats my arm to make sure everything is okay.
I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was to have men and women fighting for this country all over the world so that I could be there getting soaked by my three year old comedian.
One soldier in particular was in my thoughts tonight...Thank you, Sgt. Hook. You and your family are in our prayers.