On one of my first mornings
at our new hundred year old
house in a small town
with my wife at work in the city
and me at home getting our four-year old
daughter ready for school
I walk our daughter
to her dresser to pick out
a pair of pants. After she
puts on a pair of jeans
she pauses, looks up
at me and says “too tight”
then pauses again and says—
her eyebrows raised
and slightly satisfied—
“but it looks good!”
Pausing yet again and taking
the time to consider
a day at her new school wearing
skin tight pants,
she decides on her own
to wear something else.
Fast forward a few years
later my wife and I
have our now two-year old son
and while my wife’s
at work again in the city
and our daughter’s at school
I play Iggy and the Stooges
doing…