This morning, working out on the elliptical machine. Working to get in shape for the Warrior Dash coming up in 2 weeks.
After 24 minutes at a good pace (my best so far, thankyouverymuch!), I’m a panting, gross, sweaty, shirtless, chubby little mess, walking through the house to change.
My son passes me in the hallway wearing just his pajama bottoms…
Max "Good Job Dad!"
Me: "MAN HUG!!!" and I grab him in a big bear hug, drenching him in old-man sweat.
*beat* When I don’t let go…
Max: "Good Lord, I hate living here."
Me: *laughing hysterically as I run away*
Yep… I love being a Dad!
Even Especially an occasionally evil one! 🙂