Holiday

It’s a holiday so I should be in a good mood. But I’m not. The soccer and cricket results have gone against me.

Still, it's good to be alive, and especially with such a beautiful family.

It is late on a Sunday night, and I don’t have to work tomorrow! But I do. Tomorrow is Jason’s 3rd birthday, and I promised Poo to help take care of the brat, oops, I mean: the lovely child.

He is a lovely child. For some reason, though, he loves his Dad too much. Whenever we go out, if Jason is with me, he is happy as a lark. Around Poo and Thun, though, he is a fighting baby! Maybe it is because I am bigger than they are.

Today Jason had a bathroom emergency. He went to poop, but it all came out before he got to the toilet. Poo yelled at him, and, as usual, Jason screamed, “Dad! Help me‼”

What can I do? I love the boy but I cannot find the inner strength to clean up his poop. I don't want to fight with his Mommy, either. Fortunately, Poo finds that inner strength, so I can’t be mad at her. Sometimes I want to yell at her, “he is only two, don’t be mad at him!”

But I don’t clean up his mess, so I stay quiet.