The triumphs of youth

and the infinite floss

I was going to write a bit about my son today.

And ya know what?

I’m not going to score funny points on my kids.

My wife?

Sure I can write some standard stuff there.

Wife jokes are to comedy what “Take the ‘A’ Train” is to jazz. They are a standard. Some may choose not to play this tune but to ignore its existence?

That would be pretty foolish indeed.

But maybe my hatred of social media stems from the kind of online person who makes money by pimping their kids for ‘likes’.

But me?

No matter how fucking idiotic, brilliant or beautiful things are with my kids, I’m still not going to tell funny stories about their childhood.

It’s too bad though.

What happened today?

That was a keeper.

You would have a hearty laugh and a warm heart - at the expense of my son’s privacy.

As such,

I’ll leave you with a simple question:

If you had all the money in the world, would you still floss your teeth, or would you have a dental hygienist come by every so often to keep your gums fresh?