Yesterday I had a couple of moles surgically removed from my back for examination. Nothing serious, I hope. Anyway, that’s not the story.
The story is that I now have two sets of stitches exposed on my back, and when I got home yesterday, I took this opportunity to toy with Rakan’s imagination.
I told him that I had a fight with a monster earlier today and the monster dug its claws into my back.
He saw the scars and stitches and seemed very proud of his dad. He asked me, “Did it hurt?” and I told him it hurt a lot, but I defeated the monster in the end.
But then I told him the truth because there are no monsters bla bla because I don’t want him to be afraid of going to bed at night because if he sleeps late then I will have less time to be an alcoholic (which is the real monster I’m trying to defeat here but I’m losing every day).
The moral of the story is: Parenting is harder than getting stitches.