by the time i usually get my 2yo in the truck and back out of the driveway im normally sweating, starving and cranky. for the past two or three weeks dude’s been saying something every time we leave the house. i never paid attention to what it was, i just reply “mmmhmmm, cool buddy” like some placating bastard father which i would hate if i was the kid trying to communicate with him. fuck you dad.

well this morning i put the truck back in park and looked back at him and asked him to repeat himself.

little adorable motherfucker was saying “choo choo train daddy, the choo choo.” and pointing behind him.

i am such an asshole that i didnt realize that a train was choochooing behind us, nor that it passes within a quarter mile of our house at least 10 times a day. three times a morning it chugs on by and i never paid attention to it because it’s always been there.

so i took a right this morning, going further into my neighborhood, rather than going left and exiting like i normally do. as we got closer to the train noises lil dude got fucking jacked. i rolled down our windows as i pulled within a few hundred yards of the trains. there were actually two trains, one going east, one going west. one was hauling ass, one was taking its sweet train time.

my kid stared out the window like it was the fucking dawning of the age of afuckingquarius.

i sat there and finished my coffee and let dude enjoy the trains.

i was an asshole yesterday for trying to get to fucking work too fast. today, not so much.

i seriously gotta stop and let him enjoy shit or im going to be the dad everyone hates cause he’s rushing all the fucking time.

fuck rush.

limbaugh, the band, the hour and my propensity to make getting somewhere early a matter of importance.

love, dad