Stick with me. It starts out bad. What's great is how we came together at the end.
My wife and I just had a big scary fight in front of our six year old (I told you it starts out bad). He was scared, but we took time in a pause in the fight to reassure him and remind him that people who love each other fight. We both gave him big hugs.
Then we had more of the fight while he was getting ready for bed. She pointed out the pattern of mine we were actually fighting about. I actually heard her.
Before going to bed we all snuggled together on the couch. He told us a he felt like an alien and disconnected from his body (I told you it starts out bad). So we all listened to his meditation which helps us "take comfort in being more present in our bodies."
It really helped him.
It was also precisely what I needed to do. I too was somewhat dissociated after that fight. But that's not the joke.
Also, I went to the doctor today about my ear. It'll get better and I'm going to see a specialist next week. That's also not the joke.
This is the joke.
When my wife was putting our son to sleep she told him she was proud of her Best Nukem Player, that being the ribbon he'd won at camp that day. He said, would you call me "Best Nukem?"
"Would you like me to?" "I guess."
Now for some reason, I think I hear them having a fight. They have BAD fights at bedtimes sometimes.
I finally needed to know. I burst out the door with my inscrutably upset concerned look on my face.
Meanwhile, in reality, my wife had just suggested Boss Nukem instead of Best. He loves it! It's way better!
Just as she points out that it sounds like the name of the bad guy in a video game, I open the door and give her a disapproving look. She looks me in the eye and says "what, it does!"