The Lap of Luxury
The second in a series of two 'dad's lap' photo's.
It's the same chair, in the same postion, but a few things have changed. No longer does dad wear a tie, (in fact I believe that's the shirt with the large eagle embroidered on the back) and my brother has grown quite a bit. We see him here in a definite "cute" phase.
Added to the mix is a Master of the Feline race. Romeo. Long since gone from the world, but never from my head. The three of us would fight for space on "dad's lap" and you can tell from the expression on dad's face the fight we put up was not a gentle one. (Remember, in the last picture he was smiling.)
Also evident is one of my former "favorite things in the world." The STP t-shirt from dad's auto-racing days. I think I wore that shirt to bed every night for two or three years. Amazing, the quality of shirts back then, huh?
Getting into the shirt was by far the best part. Complete ritual was established. On the nights that I could be persuaded to bathe, my brother and I would rap our dripping selves in huge towels, and run screaming into the family room where dad was waiting with our night shirts held out in front of him. "Dive! Dive! Dive!" he'd say like the comander of a Submarine. And we'd dive arms first, into the shirts.
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