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.

Max:  "EEEWWWWW!  

*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!  🙂