Last Saturday I dropped Cory at Boy Scout Camp. While there, I happened to use the facilities and it dawned on me that this was probably the only place on the planet that would have no line for the ladies room and quite a queue for the mens room. I took a picture.
Shortly after taking the picture and showing it to some other moms, Cory began to give me the look. The one that says I am on the verge of embarrassing him beyond repair. I began looking for my exit, but I didn’t want to leave too soon. I didn’t want him to feel abandoned.
He called for Father’s Day. Thank God for Father’s Day. He didn’t know his dad’s number, so he called me to get it. That makes it sound like we are divorced. We aren’t. Only separated. That makes it sound like a legal arrangement but it is not. He is enjoying 5 or 6 weeks of vacation while I toil. It’s a good thing I like my job and the people I work with. Still, I am seriously jealous.
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