Posts Tagged ‘Parenthood’

When He’s Right, He’s Right

April 15, 2020

Today my son asked if he could have some more orange slices, but this time could I “set them closer to him.”

“Okaaaay!”  I gleefully told him, which really should have warn him, then I carefully balanced the plastic bowl with the orange slices on top of his head so he wouldn’t forget about them like he had the previous slices.

He sighed softly.  “This is a one time joke, right?” he asked me.  “Because it wouldn’t be funny a second time.”

A Confession

April 6, 2020

Look, I don’t have anything good to say today (I’ve got plenty of “not good” things I could say, but I’m just not in the mood.), and my son is waiting for me to be free to play with him, so I’m going to do that instead of sit here any longer.

Maybe I Should Buy Him A Hat

February 10, 2020

My son:  Yammer, yammer, yammer, yammer, yammer . . . 

Me:  (Glancing at the sky, then at my son’s mother)  I’m glad the sun’s starting to go down; I’d hate for the boy to sunburn his tongue.

It Was Like A Christmas Miracle

December 19, 2019

“Dad, I’m stuck,” my son told me this morning.

Glancing over my shoulder at his “predicament,” I found myself doubting that since we’d played this game before.  “Then this would be a good time to figure out how to get yourself unstuck,” I told him.

“Can you help me?” he asked.

“I think I can,” I replied.  “I’m going to give you motivation to get yourself unstuck.  You work on that while I go poke around in your room for a bit.”

“I’m unstuck!” he announced even before I had fully gotten out of my chair.

He Agreed That Was One Really Good Reason Not To Eat

November 12, 2019

Today L. and I were talking about how to evaluate situations, solutions, etc. by their pros and cons.  Recognizing that “quality vs. quantity” can come into play in making those decisions, my son asked me for an example of a situation with a lot of pros, but with one large con.

“Imagine you’ve been invited to a banquet in your honor,” I told him.  “All your favorite foods have been prepared, and they’re all done to perfection.  Everything looks amazing, smells amazing, tastes amazing, and so on.  That’s a lot of pros, right?”

L. nodded.

“The con is that everything has been poisoned,” I said with a chuckle.

And We Were Both Okay With That . . . More Or Less

November 5, 2019

“Are you ready for school?” I asked my son this morning.

There was no verbal answer from him, but his body language answered my question clearly enough.

“Not really thrilled with the idea, huh?”

“Not really,” he agreed.

Feeling the same way, I nodded in understanding.  “Well . . .” I said, “let’s get started anyway and see how it goes.”

“Are you saying ready or not it’s time for school?” my son asked me.

“I prefer ‘ready or not, here school comes,'” I admitted with a chuckle, “but that’s more or less what I’m saying, yes.”

Regardless, Happy Birthday, Son!

November 4, 2019

Yesterday was my son’s ninth birthday, and at some point it occurred to me that it also marked the half-way point to the start of his adulthood.

When I mentioned this to his mother she got a little misty-eyed.

When I mentioned this to my father he likened this to being at the half-way point of a marathon:  While technically it’s true that you only have as far to go as you have already gone, the second half is a lot more involved than the first.

It Really Would Be

October 25, 2019

Me:  (After dragging around the entire morning.)  Kiddo, I’m not sure that I’m sick today, but I’m going to act as if I am.  I mean I’m going to take care of myself like I would if I was sick, not that I’m going to start going around acting sick.

My son:  Yeah, that would be bad.

I Regret Nothing

October 24, 2019

The following is an excerpt from a play my son and I were having the other day:

The Narrator (a.k.a., my son):  You find yourself in one of “those” houses.

The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): (Thinking we must be thinking of different houses, but deciding to go with the joke anyway.)  Really?  But I don’t have any money!

The Narrator:  (Ignoring me)  You find yourself in the house of a grumpy cat.

The Not-So-Brave Hero:  A grumpy cat house, you say?  It’s grumpy because I don’t have any money, isn’t it?

Scaling Back My Caffeine Intake, I’m Looking At YOU!

October 21, 2019

It’s incredibly satisfying watching my son grasping a new concept.

It’s incredibly humbling to go back over some past entries here and getting a fresh reminder that I’m still struggling with some decidedly old concepts.