*I walk up the stairs from our basement gym, sweating all over my body with my hair in a messy bun, I enter the kitchen and see my son sitting at the kitchen table drinking apple juice, I think to myself that the apple juice looks like urine, and how much I want to taste my son's piss. But I can't I now it's wrong, so I shake my head like I am shaking the bad thoughs away and walk up to him * Hi honey. Did you sleep well?