If you’re lying when you say it, you’re not. If you’re not lying when you say it, you are, so you’re still not.
I love the look on my 12 year old’s face when he tries to figure it out.
If you’re lying when you say it, you’re not. If you’re not lying when you say it, you are, so you’re still not.
I love the look on my 12 year old’s face when he tries to figure it out.
We went and saw a couple of the big boats come in today. Pretty cool.
It’s an emphatic negative – invented by my 3 year old.
“I’m never not going to be afraid of flies again!”, for example.
The other day, I was wrestling Chinese Buffet Man and Chinese Buffet Boy – who were taking turns standing on my back like a surf-board.
It’s hard to stand on “Twitchy Man”.
Next fall, all of my sons will be attending “new to them” schools for the first time. College, Jr. High, Kindergarten, and Pre-School.
My 4 year old aspires to be a Doctor some day – Dr. Doodan will be his name, he says.
Today my arm was broken, and he worked on it carefully, performing all the necessary procedures associated with the good practice of medicine.
“I’m surgerying on you…”, he said.
I can still tie my soon to be 12 year old son in a short race.
I can beat him if he looks at me and starts laughing.
“Hey look!”, said my 2 year old, “a ‘B’ Island!”.
All of his letters were on the floor in a pile, except the “B” – it was off by itself.
The car was stuck in the snow in the drive way. I turned down the fan and the radio and opened the door so I could hear and see the tires – so I wouldn’t spin them too much as I rocked out of the snow. My sons were outside digging away at the snow under the car and behind the tires.
Yes! I was starting to make it! I was moving, faster, faster… CRUNCH!!
I forgot to close the door, which was now wedged in the snow bank. It was working just like the barb on a fishhook. Now there’s a big hole in the back side of the snow bank – just big enough to, say, close a car door.