The subject of Christmas and gifts came up in our house yesterday. Some of the Sunday paper advertisements were spread out and Sean pointed out some game he thought was cool. I told him, as I always do at this time of year, to put it on his Christmas / birthday wish list. T heard […]
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As said by T in the bathroom tonight: “Sometimes when I throw up out of my mouth, it’s like a waterfall.” Not exactly the analogy I would’ve used, but okay…..
A conversation this morning…. T: “Dad, my ankle hurts.” (no immediate reply) T: “Dad, my ankle hurts!” Me: “T, do you even know where your ankle is?” T: “Where?”
The family ate at Outback Steakhouse tonight. Being midweek, it was relatively quiet — a far cry from going on weekends when you have to wait 45 minutes for a table. Anyway, as we’re waiting for dinner to arrive, T blurts out (loud enough for nearby diners to hear): “My butt feels like it’s about […]
“President Daddy! President Daddy!” That’s what T started telling this morning when I came out to the family room. Why? It was the first time she’d ever seen me wearing a tie. Ten minutes later I asked her, “Why’d you call me ‘President Daddy’?” “Because you had that long, hang down thing on.” Which, apparently, […]
T (to her toys): “Shut up, Little People!” Cari: “T, we don’t use those words in this house.” T (thinks for a second….): “Can I use them when I’m four?”