{"id":2643,"date":"2011-06-26T14:20:50","date_gmt":"2011-06-26T22:20:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jnack.com\/micronaxx\/?p=2643"},"modified":"2011-06-26T14:42:33","modified_gmt":"2011-06-26T22:42:33","slug":"my-inner-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jnack.com\/micronaxx\/2011\/06\/26\/my-inner-child\/","title":{"rendered":"My Inner Child"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Yesterday the Finnfatha & I tried a little “Freaky Friday”-style role reversal: as I tried to get him to nap a bit (okay, to let me nap, too), we decided that he was the dad-o & I was the kid. As I laid on the couch he relished bringing me blankets: “I’m putting them onto your chest & stuffing them under your chin, like a bib!” When he eventually laid down at the other end of the couch, he noticed that his “Looen” Leo was MIA.<\/p>\n

“Kid!”<\/em> he said. “Your looen is missing! I think he’s in the basement!” (meaning I’d need to get up and open the safety gate)
\n“Oh Dad-O,” I said in falsetto, “It’s okay. I don’t need my looen right now.”
\n“Yes you do<\/em>, kid!” he insisted. “If you don’t have him you’ll cry<\/em> and cry!”<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh boy. So up I got, opened the gate, laid back down & shut my eyes. Soon, through the floor, I could hear Finn cackling to himself. Up the stairs he came, laughing all the way. As he came to the doorway he said, “Ki-iiiid, I have a surprise for yo-oou!!”<\/p>\n

With my eyes still shut, and with some nervousness, I asked, “Um… is it a looen?”<\/p>\n

“It’s NOT a looen,” he declared triumphantly, “It’s a DIPE!!”<\/em> And running over, he placed a (thankfully unused!) diaper on my chest (and thankfully not elsewhere!).<\/p>\n

[PS: As I was finishing this post, Henry spied me Googling for pictures of diapers. Now he’s convinced that this crazy diaper-helmet kid<\/a> is Finny. “It’s *not* Finny!” protests his bro, to no avail. –J.]<\/i> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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