building Spaceships

"Eat your chicken, or go to bed," Shannon said, assertively sticking out the green tupperware plate.

"I can't go to bed, Mom. It hurts me," he said, playing on her iPad.

A few weeks ago, Leo looked out the window and said to Shannon, "Mom, how do we get to the moon?"

And she told him, "In a spaceship."

And I think that might have been one of the first moments that I actually wanted to have a kid. But what I also think, when both of her kids are crying, is that there is definitely a reason God has protected children from me thus far.

But I spent the night helping Shannon build a spaceship, under the porch light, with duct tape and Starbucks boxes, and for a moment I forgot all the things that wake up my stomach in the morning with too much acid, and forgot to drink a beer, and I forgot to go workout til my legs fell off.

It felt really nice.