Saturday, May 06, 2006

Male Bonding

Max learned a new manly ritual last night -- watching the basketball game with his dad. He wore the traditional outfit -- underwear and a stretched-out tee shirt -- and while he could not have a cold beer, he did have some warm breastmilk during a commercial break. Sadly, he also learned that basketball is a cruel mistress . . . if you look closely, you can see a salty tear trickling down Ian's face while Max attempts to comfort him. Sorry, Kings.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Let us not forget the flatulence.

Jabbertrack said...

my pregnant wife refuses to let me forget... oh how she refuses :(

Chelsa said...

Granny, Max would prefer that you not discuss his private digestive issues in so public a forum. And Mike -- your whole blog post today was about how the discomfort of childbearing was well worth it. A little flatulence is the least gross in a long list of gross things you're about to experience.