It’s so fucking time. Everywhere.
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Always be bussing. Thinking of Alec Baldwin’s “always be closing” speech, I think one key to sanity as a father is to always be bussing. The video cannot be shown at the moment. Please try again later. Headed upstairs and there’s a basket of laundry? Grab it on the way. Headed downstairs and there are some water glasses scattered on the bedroom side tables? Grab them on the way. The kid brings an element of unending chaos. The only way to make a dent is to ALWAYS be bussing. If you wait until it’s time to clean, it’ll be an insurmountable pile.
While the FSM meme has faded into the mists of time, I still get strong positive reactions from those who recognize it. Those who don’t usually guess I’m spaghetti and meatballs. However, often, people have some crazy wild-ass guesses. This year, I decided to record some. All of these were actual guesses from people wondering what in the hell I was. I didn’t record them all, but these are all genuine:
It’s a boy! Or, at least he will be in March 2012. This from our 20-week ultrasound. All systems go. Augie has a little brother cooking in “Mama’s belly”. My wife is beautiful, fun, and brilliant. A year ago, she became a published novelist. Today, she became an award-winning novelist! PEN American Center has announced today that she is a winner of the Robert W. Bingham Prize for her debut novel, Stiltsville!
I appreciate that my son has a curious mind. However, surely any father gets sick of answering the same question over and over. Clearly it’s his first reaction to almost any statement, from “It’s time to eat” to “Please stop licking the chair”. I’ve made it a policy I’ll always answer a question… but I make him formulate it in an actual sentence. “Why?” doesn’t count. I’ll respond “Why what?” and if he can articulate what he’s asking, I’ll gladly answer WHY until we’re talking about subatomic particles. I’ve developed a new theory on the origin of religion. Just as it was a way to explain to ancient peoples to themselves what was going on in the world that (they didn’t yet have a real explanation for, like the sun rising, etc.), I think it also may have been a way to shut their kids up. “Why?” “Because God said so, and faith in his word is a virtue.” “Why?” “Don’t contradict God! Bad boy!” … or something like that.
That little thing is always in your house, eating your food, pulling your covers off you at 6:30am. Get some use out of him! At 2.5 years, it’s too early for the lawnmower, or to send him on the roof to clean out the gutters. But damnned if he’s not a champion garlic peeler. When I’m making up a mess of garlic, I’ll smash each clove a bit to loosen up the skin, and then put a bowlful in front of him. He’ll sit there and meticulously peel each one, begging for more when they’re gone. Perhaps having a kid is an expensive way to get peeled garlic, but at least it’s something. If your mama’s boy all of a sudden wants hugs and snuggling for you (his dad), best check his temperature. He probably has a fever. Nastar on BB, Jr race on twister. |
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