Fatherhood

Stacy has a tendency to be a smart-ass, herself, but it can be hard to compete with a ninth-degree blackbelt like myself.  I don’t even have to try, it’s pure instinct, and on that particular morning, I was feeling all kinds of hyperactive, except my brain had yet to wake up.  Let’s just say that it’s a bad combination for anyone having a conversation with me.

We’re both wearing Mountain shirts – mine has a shamanic werewolf (by the artist Goldenwolf) and hers is a dragon made out of leaves, who is apparently headbutting the horn.  Actually, given her driving style, saying that there’s a dragon behind the wheel wouldn’t be far from the truth.  😉