"How have you all enjoyed your first week of training?" Dr K asked the men, not their sons. It had been explained that nobody should refer to his son as a 'man' from now on. 'Boy', if necessary. But nothing too empowering until the boy has accepted his father's dominance.
"Got a lot of squealing and hissy fits." Gavin said, looking a little less grumpy than last week. From the side of his hand, Piss-ant's spiky little head peeked out of curled fingers.
"That's to be expected." Dr K said sagely. "How about you, Philip? Did Travis keep you entertained?"
Philip smirked. "Quite a bit." He said in his deep, prudent voice. "Young Travis spent the week sitting on my desk at work, all bound up in elastic bands. I passed many a phone call squeezing the little brat in my hand, turning him upside-down just to hear him squeal. I've found I'm addicted to that sound. I even dump him in the sink while I shave now, so he can enjoy the hot water and then swim around in my soapy bristles."
"Got a lot of squealing and hissy fits." Gavin said, looking a little less grumpy than last week. From the side of his hand, Piss-ant's spiky little head peeked out of curled fingers.
"That's to be expected." Dr K said sagely. "How about you, Philip? Did Travis keep you entertained?"
Philip smirked. "Quite a bit." He said in his deep, prudent voice. "Young Travis spent the week sitting on my desk at work, all bound up in elastic bands. I passed many a phone call squeezing the little brat in my hand, turning him upside-down just to hear him squeal. I've found I'm addicted to that sound. I even dump him in the sink while I shave now, so he can enjoy the hot water and then swim around in my soapy bristles."