Why we love children
There are as many reasons to love kids as there are kids. Here are some recent favorites of mine. I’ve been tucking these away so I could combine them into a quick post.
My son has no understanding of television. He’s only watched it a handful times ever and so sometimes when he talks about it, it’s extremely funny because he gets it all wrong. Also, my wife listens to audio books on CDs quite frequently while she’s doing housework, so he knows what they are. Yesterday my wife got a couple children’s DVDs in case I wanted him to watch one while she was out. He excitedly brought me one and said, “Look! Mommy got me two new TVs!” Then he asked me if we could listen to them.
The other day, as my son came walking into the room eating a muffin for breakfast, I said, “It’s a muffin-eating Michael!” He immediately started crying and told me, “No! The muffin’s not eating me, I’m eating the muffin!” Oops. I guess I need to work on the hyphen thingy.
Per decree, “a couple” now equals…um, nine. That’s right. Nine. Write this down.
My son, who is a very polite boy, who has no definitive comprehension of violence or hatred or even mean-spiritedness in general, bounded in the door the other day after playing with some neighborhood friends, stuck his fist out at me and proclaimed, “I Kill You!! Kill you with fire!” WTF? Help me out here.
The other day, while taking a bath, my son decided to, ahem, personify his…you know, well, erm, his guy thing. “It” then proceeded to have a conversation with his mother. Then I had to spend the next thirty minutes trying to persuade her that I did not teach him that. What the hell?
Dereck :: Jul.09.2008 :: Humor :: No Comments »
























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