Funny Messy Life

Parents. If you're not one, there's a good chance you had one or maybe even two at some point. As a child I wasn't as much like so many of my peers – always thinking about growing up and becoming a blushing groom; having babies and keeping myself barefoot and … drunk. No, my childhood was spent in deep thought about how much mud pie I could eat without throwing up or if those orange coals in the fireplace would produce the delicious flow of juice it seemed they would if I dared to reach in and an squeeze one. (True story. I contemplated that frequently when I was a toddler during that growth era that biologists call, “The Stupid Phase”. It tends to last about 25 years for females and, sadly, the entire lifespan of the male.) But then I woke up one morning and there was a four year old in my bed between me and an adult woman, digging her feet into my back far enough that I'm pretty sure her toes touched my belly button. And there was a thirteen year old male looming over me, saying, “Dad, I'm hungry.” I'm Mich