#120 - Son's emotion

Santa dropped in a few days back, gifts under the tree and all that. Now it's time for the big Epiphany Hag fib, with her bumpy schnoz, hunchback, and that gnarly black Dolce&Gabbana duster from the '80s. It's always been a mashup of fear and joy, but the Befana won't grace little Cj with her presence this year. At 3 years old, he can finally fear and wish for her, riding the rollercoaster of these fresh emotions, no brakes.

And that's the thing, man: remember your very first feels? I ain't talkin' about your first roll in the hay, nope, I mean them pure, simple kid vibes. Me? Nah. And 'cause I figure my kid's gonna forget 'em too, I wanna give him a memory of when gettin' stoked meant three socks full of treats hangin' off the kitchen cabinet. Seeing my kid get worked up? That gets me worked up.