I'm waiting for the book
...that will be written 30 years from now, or the guest spots on Montel or Dr. Phil, showing what a horrible horrible parent I am.
I get really visceral, cackling thrills out of putting my son into embarrassing positions, or at least treating him like my own living action figure.
Maybe it's my own perverse revenge on him for screaming in my ear (after throwing up on my shoulder, of course) at 3 in the morning. He's asleep, after all.
Or maybe it's that with no positioning at all, and no intervention on my part, he goes and flips me off in his sleep:
I've produced the littlest gangsta.