How do I keep my kids’ greedy-ass palms off of my food?
When I was younger, Powerwheels was the toy that I wanted. Every Christmas I would wish for one, and every Christmas I was disappointed. I vowed that my children would have one. Twenty years later, the price shot up to 300+ dollars and I have 3 kids. Do the math.
The other day, Heather informed me that she saw one on Facebook classifieds for $100.00. Before I could say I wanted it, she said, “The money is in my purse.”
Be jealous, gentlemen. I’m lucky.
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.
I DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT! I tired him out! Hell Yeah!
Now I am trying to figure out if I should put him to bed, or give him a taste of his own medicine and annoyingly keep him awake…
THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!
The ongoing negotiations to pull out a loose tooth:
“You’re going to make it hurt!”
“No. I am not. Why would I do that? Do you think I would enjoy that?”
“Well I won’t. Tie this string on it.”
“Give me the string!”
She will not give the string. We are currently still in negotiations.
On the way home from track practice:
“You know when you get back, you have to go to bed.”
“No! I am not tired.”
“Yes you are! You won’t last the drive back.”
“Okay, I will make you a deal. If I am awake when we get to the house, then I get to stay up a little longer.”
“You won’t, but fine!”
(5 minutes later)
(I turn the heat to 80 degrees)
(10 minutes later, I see her head shoot straight up)
(I turn the radio to classical music – aaaand done)
BTW: She was not in this position the entire time.
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