He’s Learning!

“Don’t come this way!” my son exclaimed as I walked into the room today. Before I could make a joke like I had last time though, he quickly added, “I wasn’t talking to you!”

At Least There’s A Common Link

When you’re a kid and you’re sick and you finally get out of bed, your parent says, “How are you feeling? Do you feel well enough to eat? Are you hungry?”

When you’re a parent and you’re sick and you finally get out of bed, your kid says, “Can you make me food?”

Or The Second, Or The Third . . .

“I give up!” my son proclaimed (loudly) while playing a game this morning.

“Forever?” I asked.

“No, just for now,” he answered.

“Good,” I chuckled, “because if I gave up ‘forever’ the first time your mother frustrated me, you wouldn’t be here.”

Yet Another Tip You Won’t Read In A Book About Parenting

Nothing brings a parent and child closer faster than embarking on a mutual conspiracy against the other parent.

And I Still Smell Faintly Of Our Fuel To Prove It

By popular demand, we had another series of launches (some successful, some not) of our vinegar and baking soda powered rocket in honor of the scheduled launch of the James Webb Space Telescope tomorrow.

May This Be A Favorable Omen For Things To Come

Today in honor of winter break and the upcoming launch of the James Webb Space Telescope, we did a little launch of our own using a vinegar and baking soda powered rocket. Conditions were favorable, and the rocket was kind enough to give me just enough time to remove my hand before launching. (Thereby demonstrating the importance of our pre-launch safety preparations in the process.)

I’m Not Sure What’s Going To Happen Next

Today my son reprimanded me for playing my music too loud.

He wasn’t wrong (it was that kind of song), but I still feel like a fundamental balance of the universe has been disrupted.

A Quick Candle For My Son

I want to commend you, son, for realizing that much of what people argue about today are indeed “social constructs.” (I’m presuming your mother introduced you to that concept because that’s not a turn of phrase I use.) Once you think about, you start to realize that it’s frankly impossible for every place that claims, for instance, to make “the world’s best pizza” to actually make the world’s best pizza no matter how passionately their fans argue the point.

Once you realize that, you can appreciate the different styles of pizza and pick your own favorite.

So I Guess We WON’T Be Watching The Eclipse Then

“I’m not getting up in the middle of the night to watch a glorified lunar cycle on fast forward.”

– L.

That’s Why We Shouted “Unsurprise!” At The Party

“How can it be a surprise party?” my son asked me. “It’s not like I don’t know it’s my birthday!”

He had a point.