last night awhile before bed wingman was having some toast at the dining room table.
i sat across from him reading a magazine and looked up in time to see him wipe his mouth on the tablecloth.
"did you just wipe your mouth with the tablecloth!?!"
"not my mouth. my chin"
"the tablecloth is not for wiping your mouth!"
"but i didn't have a napkin"
"there is a whole drawer FULL of napkins two steps away from you!"
"but i wanted to be mr. messy"
"well you can be mr. messy when you're grown and have your own house and your own tablecloths"
"but i won't do it then"
"because i will think like an adult then and won't want to be messy"
get it while you can lad.
it is ever so fleeting and you're absolutely right.