I introduced him to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon (90’s version, of course), and now he won’t stop singing “Teenage nin-nane Ninja Turtles!” (The only verse he knows) while swinging a rubber band cord.
For the first year or so of My Daughter’s life, we had her convinced that rice cakes were cookies. Thanks to Our Daycare Provider and her grandmother (both of whom can bake way too well), we had no such luck with #2. But Oedipus –now he is convinced.
Look at him, he thinks he is getting away with murder.
One of my fondest memories is when my dad brought home a remote control ‘57 Chevy (not one of those cheep ones with the cord attached that only turned left. No). That car could fit a GI Joe action figure inside.
Man was that thing fast!
It was only natural that my sons should have one, right?
Presenting my..er..my son’s first RC.
Tear. This is why I had sons.