I’m Me.

I play hard.

I’m a boy.

I love mud puddles.

I love grass.

I love running and making big splashes.

Every time dad picks me up from camp I smell. I smell like a dog that has played hard.

Partied hard.

Didn’t know when to stop the party.

Then partied just a little bit more.

And when I see dad.

I greet him just like he’s in a mosh pit.

He still knows. How to put his shoulder down.

And he puts me in my place and takes me back home.

Tosses me in the shower and makes me pretty again.