Pre-Father's Day

My wife and son woke me up this morning to give me my Father’s Day gift. Yes, it’s a day early, but they were too excited to wait. They got me a matching shirt and onesie for my son and I to wear out together. It was really cute. Afterward, my wife laid my son on my chest, and he sat back looking around the room his hand resting on my chest to hold him up. I don’t know what possessed him, but he suddenly reached over, grabbed my exposed nipple in his vice-like grip and squeezed it mercilessly. I screamed in pain while he continued to give me a purple nurple with my wife trying to pry his hand off. The entire time my son was singing. An undulating scale, up and down, almost like a chant. It was like some strange sort of rite of passage into fatherhood.