I Am the Walrus

I left work and returned to the house at seven thirty.  Logan was sick and Ashley had made arrangements to stay home but that meant it was I who was responsible for shuttling the boys to school.  As I pulled into the driveway, I whipped out my telephone.

"Justin," I said, "I'm in the driveway.  Grab your brother and get a move on."

I made to hang up when a peal of laughter in the background, arrested my attempt.

"Yes my sweet, sweet walrus," came the sultry response, followed by additional merriment.

Now, I have been called many things in my day, but I do believe that was a first.

I could hear the sound of the phone being wrenched from the boy's hand.

"Why is he calling you his 'sweet, sweet walrus'?" Ashley inquired.

Darling, sweetheart, love of my life - as you are well aware, he shares our collective genes.  That sentence alone should cover most of your questions regarding our sons.  Apart from that, I have no idea.  In this case, however, I think it's best if we don't ask too many questions - I'm not sure that either of us is prepared for the answers.

- 30 October 2012