Got The Life

The perfect day: after work, picked up Beth and Lucas and headed across the street the beach, surfed the new longboard to the point of exhaustion, played with the kid in the waves immediately following, zipped over to the grocery store for barbecue fare, then back home where I cooked a rockin' feast of jerk pork tenderloin with mango chutney, pear salad, and corn-on-the-cob.

Afterwards, we sat at the table, spent, Beth using her fingernail in an attempt to dislodge a corn kernal that had wedged itself between Lucas' two front teeth.

"Did you ever think", she wondered aloud, "that one day you'd be sitting around picking food out of someone else's teeth?"

I paused to ponder this. "Not in this context, no."