A writing Groove in Public

One of my final memories from a previous prosebox life… an intermediate life between open diary and a year long break from writing was a comment about word usage. So, I think I will start writing again with a promise to incorrectly use AT LEAST one word in every post. That way I can take time time to be sure its wrong and learn to use it write.

So many little stories stumbling around in my head. The latest occurred at 5AM during our mini vacation.

Son: “Dad”
Dad: “…What”
Son: “I think I just had my first wet dream”
Dad: …laughs, “Its okay its supposed to happen, change your underwear and go back to bed.”
Wife: “what were you dreaming about?”
Dad: “H, seriously? Leave him alone… G, back to bed”

My son is far more comfortable with puberty then I was, I’m thankful he is comfortable talking to me. Thank god I cut him off before he answered his moms question.