It was Saturday. I wanted Owen to nap. I wanted to nap (you can see, in the bottom right hand corner, my boxers and bare leg; I had a head start on my nap in the works). Owen wanted to throw a ball up the stairs. I went to pick him up to move him up the stairs toward his room. He, somehow, landed me on my back. You can see the joy in his eyes, having triumped over his father.
Oedipus, you've come to soon.
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