Monday, March 17, 2008

You know how I know you're Gay? You like Cold play

Scene 1: Sunday morning, sitting on the couch with coffee and a paper. Laptop on the arm of the couch, flannel pj bottoms, white wife beater t-shirt, half empty bottle of advil, wife gone for the day...

9 year old: Dad, you ok?
Me: go do your homework
9 year old: Seriously dude, you don't look good
Me: listen, do your homework or you can forget about Jodies this afternoon
9 year old: whatever... you don't have to be so hurtful about it - turns and walks off

20 month old son: (standing on the couch next to me, slapping my head with the force of a small toyota coasting into a wall) BALL!, BALL!, BALL!, BALL!

7 year old: (I pod in use, speaking a little louder than normal) Thats two nights in a row dad you missed movie night. You owe me. I want Burber king for lunch
Me: we'll see
7 year old: That's right. we WILL see won't we, and I want to go to the dollar store!

Me: rubs head furiously with both hands

3 year old: (standing awkwardly with in her Dora the explorer night gown) Dad, are you mad at me?
Me: why?
3 year old: Cause I pooped
Me: Where?
3 year old: Right here (looking straight at me, no physical indication with arm or eye movements)

20 month old boy: (still slapping my head) EEWWWWWWW!, Ball, Ball, Ball

Me: It's going to be a long day

7 year old: Oh you have no idea! (giggles and walks away)

My penance for a pretty standard blogger weekend I suppose. At least I didnt have to travel this time :)

I managed to ship two of them off to friends for play dates, had the boy sleep for a good 3 hours, and the three year old colored easter eggs. Of course, the kitchen table is a beautiful tie dyed looking mosaic of pastels and stickers...


aniguy said...


katitude said...

the visual is KILLING me lol!

OhCaptain said...

Feel your pain, dude. Those are the days that suck. Suddenly, "Dad!" just doesn't sound as good.