I can’t speak for most dads, but I like to think that I’m not alone in having a rich mental life, where I bond with my son while dispensing wisdom to a receptive young mind. Usually, what I imagine is like T.V. super dad pontificating, but what comes out is frat boy level stupid. Sometimes, though, there’s a magical spark in all our Animal House shenanigans.
It’s nice when a generational bond comes in the form of a shared cultural phenomenon like Star Wars. Since Brian Posehn already claimed anything I could share about a father and his progeny sharing a Star Wars experience, I’ll just say that I will forever appreciate looking over at my son, his tiny face aglow with cinema lights and geek blossoms sprouting, and enjoying adventures of a galaxy far, far away and the toys spawned from those adventures. Since I can’t wax on about that experience, I’ll just muse over how nice it was to take a walk in one of our state parks and pee outside.
While he is six years old and still holds humbler, more affordable expectations for spring break, my wife and I took him to a state park during this year’s break. It wasn’t South Padre Island, but I think he had a good time. This particular state park has swampy lakes, birds galore, and free-range alligators. My wife and I enjoy that kind of thing, and we want to instill the same appreciation in our son. This is also the place where I proposed to my wife, so it holds a special place in my heart greater than most outdoorsy spots.
Our walk was nice, and my son was all on board as our nature tour guide. He pointed out birds, gators, bugs, and cool sticks. We were a happy family, surrounded by quiet nature whenever we could get away from other, much louder families. This happy day was forever cemented in the dad-son memory book when my son and I rushed ahead on a walking trail and pissed on a mature tree as nature intended us to do. What it is about two dudes peeing that makes them laugh then stare in Zen bliss? Why is it best outside? There’s probably a name for it in some psychology journal.
I don’t know why it was so much fun to take a leak outside. My wife could only shake her head and say that she wished we would have gotten ourselves more out of the way to do that. She’s probably right; we probably should have thought out our peeing around. I like to think that somewhere between my wife’s explanations of feathers and foliage and my epiphanies of serendipitous opportunities to take a whiz lies a happy balance. That balance is the brain capacity mixed with the bawdy fun of the nerdy Tri Lambs of Adams College. Yes, my wife is right. No, we should not have marred our nature walk by peeing on the trail. But, we had fun.
Thanks for the memories, kiddo.
Pissing in the Wind
There’s trouble with The Trees!
This is what I think about me and my son, but we’re really just peeing on things.
This is a side project from Dethklok’s Murderface. This has one of my favorite lines from any song ever, “Now what are you all doin’ on a Saturday night?
I’d rather be sleepin’ than gettin’ in a fight.”
Have a good day!
Otto Scungy
