got on the floor to play wrestling with the kid and she had me pinned before i even knew which guy i was supposed to be. knees didnt love the tile so we moved the whole promotion to the rug. funny how i can stand at sauté all night but getting up from there takes sound effects now. she climbed on my back and i crawled one lap of the room, arms shaking by the end, not from a pan for once. sat down sweating and drank her tiny cup of water because she said that was my corner. decent service. later in the shower i found a plastic wrestler in my shirt somehow. guy worked a double.

kid wants a birthday cake with a wrestling ring and ive been looking at pictures thinking i can do that. then i see the ropes on these things and remember im a cook not a damn engineer. wife said buy the little figures and keep the cake simple. probably right. i know what flavor she likes, thats the part i can handle without six videos. made a drawing on the back of an envelope and the kid added about twenty wrestlers, now its a fire code problem. gonna try a small one first so im not building turnbuckles at two in the morning before her party. already know mom is gonna have an opinion about the frosting.

dad came over while i was under the truck and stayed after we finished, just sitting in the drive talking bullpen like usual. the kid brought him a chair without anybody asking. he told her good job and she went back inside looking like shed won something. made me happy as hell, those two getting along without me putting a whole visit together. mom called asking where he was and he said working on the truck. technically we had been. wife came out and caught us with the hood already shut, so that story was over. we all ate together after. nothing big happened, which was kind of the good part.