On the NJSE (Nicholas John Stock Exchange), my stock (symbol: DAD) has risen fast. It's doubled or tripled in value in just over a week. Jim Cramer is on TV, yelling and screaming that DAD is still a good value, and you should buy, buy, BUY!
In other words, I'm AOL circa 1999. I'm fairly ubiquitous: Sarah (symbol: MOM) was trying to finish her dissertation this weekend, so I was the primary parent on duty. (Though with a caveat and a special shout-out to Grandma Kathleen, who did yeoman's work taking care of Nicholas on Sunday and Monday so that I could get some work done too.) I provide a reasonably understandable service. And I'm hot on the market. But when pressed, no one could really explain why I should be worth so much more than MOM, the reliable old-school service that a few traders seem to have shorted down to pennies on the dollar.
Because of all the swirling activity of the past few days, Nicholas prefers me over Sarah. Just digest that for a moment. What child, having been sick, would willfully choose its father over its mother? Especially when Dad isn't exactly the cuddly, warm-fuzzy type (I know, I know, it's a shock to all of you). It's kind of a strange feeling, really, since it's not something I would expect, even from the ever-counterintuitive Nicholas. I thought he'd prefer me for certain fun things, playing ball, that sort of stuff. But never for comfort. Now, I don't mind, of course. I like that he finds me a comforting presence in his life. I just never expected that yesterday, while in Sarah's arms, he would reach out for me, and once I took him, for him to suck his thumb and lean his head against me.
So I'll enjoy it while it lasts. Because just like AOL, the bubble will burst, all too soon.
It's fun, but don't gloat too much. Abby has turned both ways a lot over her years. Last night was the first time I was "allowed" to do bedtime, and that was only because Anny is sick and was in bed already.
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