Marshmallow — February 20, 2025 – John Agliata

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The other night, I was sitting calmly on the couch listening to the general goings-on in my house when Boy The Younger came into the family room.

“Dad-Dad-Dad,” says he, excitedly. “Throw this marshmallow into my mouth.”

Perhaps in your household, such as a sentence would be odd or maybe even downright weird. I’ve lived with BTY for 15 years now. It’s not odd or weird. It’s BTY.

He then handed me a marshmallow and backed up across the family room about five paces.

So I did what any other red-blooded Murican dad would do in that instance. I put the marshmallow in my mouth and ate it. At which point, BTY’s eyes got real wide.

“Dad!” says he. “That’s not a part of your diet!”

Yes, son, but it is part of being a father.

He then said, “OK, seriously now, throw this marshmallow into my mouth.” He handed me another marshmallow and backed up about five paces.

Once again, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth.

“Daaaaad! What the heck!” he screamed. “Seriously this time. Throw this marshmallow in my mouth.” He held out another marshmallow, but not being dumb, he quickly pulled it back. “Promise me you won’t eat it?”

“I promise,” says I.

“No, like really promise,” replies he.

“Fine. I really, really promise,” promises I.

He then handed me the marshmallow and backed up about five paces.

You might think I popped the third marshmallow into my mouth as a lesson about the difference between words and actions and the greater significance of the latter. No-no. That lesson has been taught many moons ago.

So I reared back and threw a marshmallow fastball right at his head.

BTY is quick and knows his dad, so he ducked, and the marshmallow went into the kitchen. Luna The Slumbering Wonderdog, sensing a free treat, arose from her third hour of staring at the back of her eyelids and made a move to actually jump down off the couch and go retrieve the wayward marshmallow. BTY was quicker.

“Fine. Just forget it,” says he, retrieving the marshmallow and going into the other room to attempt to get his mother to do what his father wouldn’t. She, of course, did as requested, gently, on the first try.

This is the difference between fathers and mothers and why we will end up in vastly different old-folks homes when it comes time for our boys to take care of us.

Something I’m grateful for today: Hoodies.

Something I’ve (ghost)written: Sporting Chance: An inside look at the challenges of underwriting athletes and influencers

Song of the Day: Wish You The Best, by Lewis Capaldi

Meaningful lyric from the S.O.T.D.:

I wanna say without you, everything’s wrong
And you were everything I need all along
I wanna say I wish that you never left
Oh, but instead I only wish you the best

Something good from today/yesterday: Coming home from coaching basketball to watch the U.S. vs. Canada hockey game that I recorded.

Something I’m looking forward to in the next seven days: DnD night, tomorrow night.

Fat-Ass Update:

Starting weight: 230.6 on 2/12/25
Goal weight (for now): 199.9
Today’s weight 224.2 (-6.4)
Fat-ass burn-off remaining: 24.3 fat-ass pounds

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Marshmallow — February 20, 2025

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