Monthly Archives: February 2011

Well dang

“Daddy, I’m still sad.”

“Are you sad that I wasn’t happy with you earlier?  For not listening?”

“Yeah.”

“Aww, sweetie.  I’m not upset anymore.  You know you’re one of my favorite people, right?”

“oh, well mommy’s my favorite.”

Huh

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Corrections

To my daughter,

It’s Janice from the Muppet Show, not Jasmine from the Muppet Show.

It’s Valentines Day, not Valengivingtines Day.

I am observant, not verdent.

Just so you know.

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Conversation

Me:   Where are you going?

Eldest:  I’m running away on vacation.

Me:  Oh.

Youngest:  Blahblahblahblahblah!  (I’m not being flippant, she really sounds that way)

Me:  Are you going to run away upstairs to your room?

Eldest:  No, I’m going to run away to underneath the highchair.

Me:  Good luck with that.

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Amusing

So I don’t know much about football.   I really don’t.   I never really paid attention growing up and it just ended up not being my thing.

That changed(-ish) when I met my wife, who likes football.   Little by little I was exposed to football.  Not that I understood anything about what I was seeing, but I was seeing it more.   And somehow that was important to our relationship.

Fast-forward several years.  We now have a child who is old enough to really interact with us.  And lo and behold, she likes watching Packer Football.

The thing is, I don’t really think that she understands much more of what’s going on than I do.  Let me give you an example.  I was sitting in the dining room eating a quick dinner after bathing our youngest.  My wife and eldest daughter were sitting in the TV room watching the Super Bowl.  Every few seconds I’d hear:

Wife:  GO GO GO GO!

Child:  (a small but noticeable number of seconds later)  GO GO GO GO!

Wife:  STOP HIM STOP HIM STOP HIM!

Child: (again, a bit of a delay)  STOP HIM STOP HIM!

And so it goes.

On the other hand, I walked down stairs and I was greeted by this synopsis, “Daddy!   The man in the black shirt threw the ball to the man in the green shirt and then we scored a touchdown!”

Maybe she does understand a bit more than me about football.

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No, we’re not kidding.

No, We're Not KiddingI realized that I hadn’t posted about this.   No, we’re not kidding.

Sometime in August, in case you’re curious.

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