IT DOES NOT LET ME GROW UP

My wife told me to come to the kitchen but not to be upset. She reminded me of the video clips we laugh at with other people’s children who make a mess around the house. It wasn’t funny to me because it was about food, but considering that it accidentally spilled, I somehow got over it. When I saw him next to the armchair, and there he was, my little son, smiling with an empty plate and eating utensils. Cookies scattered all over the kitchen. “No problem,” I said, “I’ll clean everything up, just let me play a little first.