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second secret bonus level of fatherhood

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today I made The Boy laugh milk through his nose. I suggested to Mari that I bathe one of the kids. She said, "Are you well enough?" because I have a funny stomach bug that involved exhaustion and oddly mild nausea. I said, "Yes, well enough to bathe one." I turned to The Boy and told him, "Which do want to bathe with?" meaning either his mother or me. He pointed at his little sister. "Fine, you bathe her," I told him. "I'll bathe your mother."

That's when it happened.