the day and life of.

i was looking down at my little bubba today and smiled.
still in his pj's at 4 pm, not wearing any pants, tootin up a storm, drinking every two hours until he passes out, and then wakes up in a puddle of his own drool and so sweaty that his hair is matted to the side of his head.
and then i thought, he's his father's son.
sigh.