Cock-a-Doodle-Don’t!

So, for various reasons, I woke up naked in bed this morning. Jean and Sasha were already awake when I groggily pulled away the covers and stepped onto the floor. Just then, in bounded Sasha, who took one look at me, pointed at my penis, and started laughing. And laughing. And laughing.

I stumbled quickly away, into the bathroom, and as I peed I could hear her cackling uproariously in the bedroom. Luckily, the old bathrobe I stole from the Peninsula Hotel in Bangkok was hanging on the door, so I could hide my nakedness from my daughter—who, when I walked back to the bedroom, clad in the raiments of civilization, immediately pointed and shouted, “Daddy’s dress!”

Good morning. Have a happy Labor Day. See you next week.