Thanks, Nate, You Smartass

My Father Embraces the Inexorable March of Age with Color and Verve
Crepe Paper, Fabric, and Glue on Paper, 2007

Today, 8:55 a.m.:
Me: (Pulling up shade) Good morning, Nathan!
Nate: Daddy! (Hands me his blanket) Ghost? Ghost?
Me: (Putting blanket over my head) I'm a ghost!
Nate: (Laughs and pulls off blanket)
Me: Can Daddy have a kiss?
Nate: Mmmm-aahh! (Kisses Ocean Wonders aquarium)
Me: OK, now can Daddy have a kiss?
Nate: Mmmmmmmmm-aahh! (Kisses aquarium again)
Me: You know, it's my birthday. You could kiss me.
Nate: Mmm-aah! Mmm-aah! Mmm-aah! (On the aquarium, of course)
Me: Yeah, I love you too. C'mon, I'll make you some cereal.