A personality of mine said I should write one of those Daddy Blogs. A Daddy Blog? Later, I took Jason (secretion 1.1) to the kiddie pool, tied Lulu (secretion 1.1’s personality #2) to a swing, and sat on a bench to read. Jason screamed, “The water, Daddy The water! It feels so nice. It’s nice on my balls!” I looked at my son (secretion 1.1). He appeared to me in this context as the radical opposite of all imagined things. I thought: “This most certainly does not constitute my right or ability to write one of those Daddy Blogs, but I will anyway.”
