Per My Son’s Request, A New Category

On those rare occasions when I write about Algiz the Sun Conure, he has his own category:  Coos and Caws.  When I mentioned him the other day, I also mentioned our dog, Isa, thus prompting my son to ask why she doesn’t have her own category as well.

I didn’t have a good answer for that, so Isa now has her own category:  Wags and Growls.

(I looked into trying to continue the C and C alliteration theme, but couldn’t come up with something that wouldn’t have been painfully pretentious.)

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Then I’d Hang Up

On one hand I feel like modern parenthood has become too much about “Can you believe what that parent did?”, on the other hand, if my child called me at work asking me if I’d bring them a bottle of spring water because they didn’t like the water at their school, I’d tell them to ask their cockroach father.

Obviously I Tweaked The Original A Bit

Today I defined diplomacy for my son as “The art of telling someone to go jump in a lake and making them look forward to going swimming.”

With That Said, Let’s Talk About The Importance Of Filters, Son

I’ve decided.  If my son’s school is going to keep asking him his opinion on what he thought of class that day, they deserve his unfiltered opinion.

Back To School 2018

Even though actual classes don’t start for us until tomorrow, you can feel the cloud over this house today.

I don’t mind that my son doesn’t love school; I didn’t exactly love it myself at his age.  Heck, for that matter I don’t exactly love it now, and I have direct experience to support my belief in the value of a good education!

To Pick A Completely Random Example And TOTALLY Not One From My Day . . . Or Maybe Not

Son, with a new school year coming up, if you can only master one social lesson this year, the lesson I would most like you to master is the one of recognizing the right times to keep your mouth shut, especially when you’re bored or otherwise unimpressed.

For example, if someone is getting ready to introduce you to someone else, and they just will not stop going on about how much you are going to “love” this person, the right thing to do is just to nod and smile.  Unless you know the speaker really well, no matter how tempting it is to go for the joke, do not verbalize your internal monologue of “You keep saying that, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to be ‘just friends’ at best.”

I Enjoyed That WAY Too Much!

People talk a lot about the “joys of parenthood,” and a lot of it is just that . . . talk.  Some of the real joys don’t get talked about much, like the joy of playing with your child when they’re acting out the role of the monster and they suddenly demonstrate the way to defeat said monster is to bean it three times in the head with a soft, squeaky dog toy like so . . .

All In All Though, It’s One Of The Easier Promises I’ve Ever Had To Keep

Last week I mentioned in passing to my son that Pluto had lined up with the orbital plane of the rest of the major planets of the solar system for the first time in 87 years, and that it would be 161 years until it does this again.

Unfortunately, I made the tactical error of doing this right before his bedtime, and the news thrilled him so much that an impromptu celebration had to be held on the spot and I had to promise to mention this fact in Candles & Curses before he could even think about sleep.

Even Stranger Days

Nothing in this life or any other has prepared me for my son’s current obsession with Super Mario Bros. . . . and he’s never even played the game!

(And I remember when I thought the Doctor Who resurgence was strange.)

An Ill Wind Blows Today

Arguing nutrition with a child is as effective as arguing meteorology with a hurricane.