Oscar Begnet (pronounced ben-YAY, his father was half French
Canadian) was relaxing at home in his house clothes, which during these hot
summer months were a simple pair of loose cotton shorts and a thin cotton
t-shirt.
It was
important to try to keep cool during these times and let as much skin breath as
possible. His mother taught him that and abided by this advice, bringing many
visitors among his many friends growing up during summer vacation.
So be it.
Oscar was decently dressed and helping his wife with their baby boy this day.
They would go to the park and sit in the shade, just as soon as today’s reading
lesson was over. They were reading to their son, Aaron Cullen Heart-Begnet, for
at least two hours each day, calculated to one hour each at least. His wife
Clarissa explained that it was important for them to both share all these
tasks, essential for Aaron’s healthy development.
It was the
height of the afternoon and Clarissa had just finished breastfeeding Aaron
while doing a yoga pose. She had read how this was good for her posture, sense
of inner balance and milk production.
“I need to
rest now,” Clarissa said, laying down on the living room couch. “Try to read to
Aaron and make sure the cat doesn’t bother him.”
“When
should I wake you up?” Oscar asked.
“Don’t,”
was his wife’s answer. She was soon asleep. Baby Aaron was on a play mat in the
center of their living room with some toys. He was in the habit of crawling
around among the toys, tossing one away, and then continuing on. Sometimes he
would shake the toy, sometimes he would try to put it in his mouth.
Oscar cast
a wary eye on his wife’s sleeping figure and then noticed that Cyrus, their
cat, was near the edge of the play mat.
Aaron soon
flung one of his toys, a collection of teething aids made to resemble a set of
keys, over to within a paw’s swipe of the cat.
Worried the
cat would take hold of it, Oscar stepped forward and bent down to retrieve the
toy. As he got his hand on the toy, he felt a soft warm sensation on his
testicles.
Oscar was
so focused on making sure he reached the baby toy before it became a cat toy
that he didn’t realize what was happening right away. He was a few inches from
getting the wayward toy when the full reality hit him and, toy in hand, he
lifted himself up as high as his strained legs would take him, but not before
he felt Aaron’s curious baby hand reaching to see what this warm item was on
his head.
Oscar
realized that he had just teabagged baby Aaron, who continued to play on his
mat as if nothing was awry.
Clarissa began to snore loudly.
Oscar approached his wife, readying himself for a new purpose.
