It’s official: I am now less mature than my 13-year-old son. The following pieces of dialogue should be enough to convince you.
My Son: Hey Dad, what’s for dinner tonight?
Me: I believe your mother said we are having poop.
Son: Dad, you’ll never guess what this kid did at school today.
Me: Pooped in his pants?
Son: No.
Me: Threw up?
Son: No. Come on, Dad.
Me: Well, then I really don’t care.
Son: Dad, how come the dog smells like Cheerios?
Me: Because I gave her some earlier and she just farted.
Wife: Get a life, will you?
Son: Hey Dad, do we have anything for lunch?
Me: I think there’s a carton of poop in the fridge.
Son: No, seriously.
Me: I’m just kidding. There’s also a jar of pee.
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
THINGS I WISH MY 12-YEAR-OLD KID WOULD SAY
• “The first book in this series was so good, I can hardly wait to read the next five!”
• “I’m going to turn off my iPod and my cell phone for the weekend so I can concentrate on doing extra credit work in Algebra.”
• “I finished all of my chores, Dad. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
• “I’m going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed.”
• “I’m going to take the dog for a walk. Be back in an hour.”
• “I don’t need my allowance this week, Dad. You’ve spent plenty on me already.”
• “Pass the broccoli, please.”
• “I’m going to stay after school for tutoring this week so I can raise my grades.”
• “I don’t want to see that movie, Dad. It’s rated R. Why don’t you and Mom go see it, and I’ll stay home?”
• “Good night, Dad. I love you.”
• “I’m going to turn off my iPod and my cell phone for the weekend so I can concentrate on doing extra credit work in Algebra.”
• “I finished all of my chores, Dad. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
• “I’m going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed.”
• “I’m going to take the dog for a walk. Be back in an hour.”
• “I don’t need my allowance this week, Dad. You’ve spent plenty on me already.”
• “Pass the broccoli, please.”
• “I’m going to stay after school for tutoring this week so I can raise my grades.”
• “I don’t want to see that movie, Dad. It’s rated R. Why don’t you and Mom go see it, and I’ll stay home?”
• “Good night, Dad. I love you.”
Saturday, January 8, 2011
IT GETS WORSE
Not to start off the New Year on a negative note or anything (why, I would never do that!), but today I am here to tell you something that nobody else will: The Truth About Having Kids.
And here it is: Enjoy your children while they’re young, because by the time they hit 12, it’s over baby.
What’s over, exactly? Let’s see…
Their wide-eyed innocence. Kissing you good night, or just kissing or hugging you for no reason at all. Talking to you excitedly about their friends and what happened that day. Looking to you for protection and guidance.
And what can you expect when your child enters the “tween” stage?
To them, everything is lame and sucks, especially YOU. You are now an embarrassment who says and does everything wrong. If you’re lucky, your children will treat your every action and utterance with either massive eye-rolling or the silent treatment, or both.
When they were little, you only had to worry about your children simply being healthy and safe, and you could pretty much control that.
Now, you have to be concerned about some serious stuff: safe sex; who your children pick as friends and as girlfriends/boyfriends; grades (which really count now); the cost of college; driving; car insurance; too much TV; too much Internet; too much texting; too much video gaming.
And speaking of media, you will no longer have any use for Yo Gabba Gabba, or Barney, or The Wiggles, or Bob the Builder. That stuff probably drives you up the wall now, but one day you’ll find yourself longing for the days when your kids watched it over and over again. It was pure and sweet and harmless.
Once they become tweens, they will become attracted to R-rated movies, videos and music. And even if you don’t let inappropriate media in the house, your children will find it or get exposed to it one way or another.
Remember how you would sometimes catch your little ones doing something wrong? When you caught them, they looked so guilty and their tears would come flowing.
Well, when they get older, you hear about their misdeeds second-hand—from their friends, from other parents, or maybe even from school officials.
Any semblance of control you thought you once had is now gone. If you don’t believe me, take a good look at those groups of 12- to 17-year-old boys and girls the next time you’re at the mall or a fast-food joint. That is what your little baby will become, and there is nothing you can do about it! If that doesn’t scare the shit out of you, you’re still getting high on the fumes of Baby Wipes.
Then the day finally comes when you hear that your precious little angel is saying (or texting) the F-word. And that’s when you know it’s really over. Your bundle of joy has turned into just another a-hole…just like you were at that age.
So, enjoy your little ones while you can, but now you know the truth about having kids.
Come to think of it, no one ever tells you The Truth About Being Married, either, but that’s a topic for another day. Here’s a hint, though: look at the title of this blog posting.
Oh, and Happy New Year!
And here it is: Enjoy your children while they’re young, because by the time they hit 12, it’s over baby.
What’s over, exactly? Let’s see…
Their wide-eyed innocence. Kissing you good night, or just kissing or hugging you for no reason at all. Talking to you excitedly about their friends and what happened that day. Looking to you for protection and guidance.
And what can you expect when your child enters the “tween” stage?
To them, everything is lame and sucks, especially YOU. You are now an embarrassment who says and does everything wrong. If you’re lucky, your children will treat your every action and utterance with either massive eye-rolling or the silent treatment, or both.
When they were little, you only had to worry about your children simply being healthy and safe, and you could pretty much control that.
Now, you have to be concerned about some serious stuff: safe sex; who your children pick as friends and as girlfriends/boyfriends; grades (which really count now); the cost of college; driving; car insurance; too much TV; too much Internet; too much texting; too much video gaming.
And speaking of media, you will no longer have any use for Yo Gabba Gabba, or Barney, or The Wiggles, or Bob the Builder. That stuff probably drives you up the wall now, but one day you’ll find yourself longing for the days when your kids watched it over and over again. It was pure and sweet and harmless.
Once they become tweens, they will become attracted to R-rated movies, videos and music. And even if you don’t let inappropriate media in the house, your children will find it or get exposed to it one way or another.
Remember how you would sometimes catch your little ones doing something wrong? When you caught them, they looked so guilty and their tears would come flowing.
Well, when they get older, you hear about their misdeeds second-hand—from their friends, from other parents, or maybe even from school officials.
Any semblance of control you thought you once had is now gone. If you don’t believe me, take a good look at those groups of 12- to 17-year-old boys and girls the next time you’re at the mall or a fast-food joint. That is what your little baby will become, and there is nothing you can do about it! If that doesn’t scare the shit out of you, you’re still getting high on the fumes of Baby Wipes.
Then the day finally comes when you hear that your precious little angel is saying (or texting) the F-word. And that’s when you know it’s really over. Your bundle of joy has turned into just another a-hole…just like you were at that age.
So, enjoy your little ones while you can, but now you know the truth about having kids.
Come to think of it, no one ever tells you The Truth About Being Married, either, but that’s a topic for another day. Here’s a hint, though: look at the title of this blog posting.
Oh, and Happy New Year!
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