Sooner Than Later, Brad Follows Through
He picked up the radiator on
his way home last night, and
he’s already out in the garage
working. Okay, we were up
all night, so he got an early start.
The new stash is all it should be.
Good thing Brad is handy with
tools, and the LTD presents few
surprises. Bolt this here, screw
that there, new hoses, new fluid.
Voila. The car is ready to go by
noon. He comes into the kitchen,
all greasy. I smile at the black
gunk smeared across his forehead
and dotted at the end of his nose.
“I owe you one. I mean, another
one.” And he just looks so cute
I can’t help but go over and kiss
him. We’re lip-locked, temps
rising, when all of a sudden,
Hey! What are you doing?
You can’t do that with Daddy!
We jerk apart, and there’s
LaTreya, hands on hips.
Okay, this one isn’t nanny
material. It’s up to the daddy
in question to assuage her ire.
But he sputters, helpless, so
I offer, “I’m just thanking him