My 8-year-old son — 70 pounds of gristle and elbows — still tries to coil up in my lap when he’s sleepy. My 3-year-old son, meanwhile, thinks sitting on daddy’s lap is his birthright.
Lately, my two sons are competing for daddy time with my third child. His name is Mac, and he also likes spending time on my lap.
Little Mac is great. He’s full of news and gossip. He collects video of the oil spill. He twitters on about where friends are going for dinner. He’s so cool.
Mac is really helpful, too. I can wake up at 5 a.m., and he’s is right there, bright-eyed and eager for work. Like a puppy, a little mush dog.
Mac’s a real thinker. You’d like him. He knows everything about old movies. Oh, and he can spell and do math. He has an uncanny memory for every fact ever invented. He’s like the smartest friend you can have.