Picture, please,

A stay at home Daddy

during a cozy mid-night-sitting-up with Baby.

Feeding Baby with fresh squeezed Mommy milk

pumped earlier in the evening.

Next morning, Daddy’s playing with Baby

as Mommy, (a lawyer, perhaps,) happily goes off to work,

her brown leather, feminine-boss-brief-case

tossed onto her OH! so silky, shiek , silk-bloused-shoulder!

The next scene, Daddy’s cooking.

or cleaning lunch plates.

The TV’s on…. An NFL game….Must be Sunday.

Baby’s sleeping off a feeding….

Mommy, finished working in her at home office…

slides past Daddy…

(the kitchen is narrow in their first home condo…)

She pats him, sassily, on his back pocket..

he’s in PJ’s still…

She gives him…”The Look”.

Daddy places all the implements of his profession into the sink

and follows Mommy off camera for a little afternoon delight.

And the whole world flips.

The sun now sets in the East.

Thousands of years of how we think

are erased in a two minute commercial

from which I retain only vague remembrances

of what product is being shilled…

Coffee, maybe…

A white heart etched in the froth.

A 30 second time out on the field.

Ah!

Subliminal persuasion!