Comments on: DAD!

By: Jake Alger

Jake Alger — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 02:03:29 +0000

As soon as my son starts talking, I’ll be sure to come back and reread this post for some fresh perspective. For now, I’ll just sit back and smile as I recall some of the incredibly annoying things that come out of my nephews’ mouths sometimes.

By: Hayden Tompkins

Hayden Tompkins — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 17:29:53 +0000

HM. This isn’t exactly selling me on the idea of having children. I don’t suppose there is any way around this??

By: Writer Dad

Writer Dad — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 14:09:58 +0000

George: Ah, I know those long car rides well, both from being a dad and from a long, long time ago when I was in the back seat. The endless whys are both funny and painful for sure. Funny in small doses, painful when they arrive in an avalanche.

Vered: I think every parent alive could probably relate to this on some level.

Stephen: Or sharp objects and sturdy rafters. I feel you. : > )

Randi: Yeah, our children are like blog topic factories aren’t they? Not even directly, but indirectly as well. You should be proud of yourself that you care about transferring your son’s interest to the school setting. My parents were content to shrug their shoulders and say, “oh well, that’s just Sean.”

J.D. Thanks, man. I wrote it off the cuff and had a lot of fun.

Dave: Thanks, bro. You know I was hoping you’d be impressed. I usually keep the humor to the emails, but I’d thought I’d try it on the site and see if it worked.

By: BloggerDad

BloggerDad — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 22:11:08 +0000

“He came into my room after I told him that he couldn’t. Then he took my Minty pony and threw it on top of the shelf. Then he laughed. Six times. Then he kissed me two times even though I told him he was in my privacy. Now he’s taking all the books off my shelves and he keeps meowing like a kitty and won’t stop. He also said that someday I’m going to die.”

I LOVE that line. And of course the ending. Awesomely funny! Thanks for the laughs and crap, I was just getting happy that E started saying sentences recently!

By: J.D. Meier

J.D. Meier — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:08:59 +0000

I like the ending and the poetic punch.

By: Karen

Karen — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 17:47:57 +0000

I now have an inkling of what my dad must have been going through, as he had to listen to my older brother and I growing up… (and he was a writer). No wonder sometimes said, “Don’t knock on my door unless there is blood or tears…” !! Beautiful writing.

By: Randi

Randi — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 17:46:32 +0000

This was sooo funny! It took me back years ago when my two girls were small.
“It’s my turn to sit in the front seat!”
“You sat in the front seat yesterday.”
“But it was only for ten minutes, and the day before you had the front seat for an hour so I still get 50 more minutes.” AAAAGH! I finally assigned them “days” where one had odd days and one had even days. That worked great until the end of the first month.
“It’s not fair! She has odd days so she gets the 31st AND the 1st!”

My son came along many years after, so he is being raised as an only child. No arguments, yay! Instead, this boy who HATES school and reminds me of that fact several times a day even during the summer, pesters me all day long with questions. (I could identify with Tumblemoose.) The teacher in me is committed to always answering every question, which can get time-consuming. I was at the point where my head was ready to implode when I decided to make his questions a feature on my blog. Now I actually look forward to the constant why,why,why because I have blog fodder.
If he could only transfer his excitement about learning to the school setting.

By: Stephen - Rat Race Trap

Stephen - Rat Race Trap — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 17:38:08 +0000

Sean, that was great. I couldn’t figure out where you were going with it until the end of course! I remember when my daughter was a couple of years old I started eying open windows :-)

By: Vered - MomGrind

Vered - MomGrind — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:23:09 +0000

How can I not relate. Only for me it’s “MOM!”

:-)

By: Tumblemoose

Tumblemoose — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:08:22 +0000

Sean,

Many, many eons ago I had a girlfriend who had two boys, ages 2 and 5. One day I took them to the beach and the 5 year old, Matthew was hammering me with “why” questions. “Why is the sky blue, why do people drive cars, why is the sun round…” At first, I tried very hard to be the responsible adult and provide factual, if not inaccurate responses to his queries. After a while I slothed into the “because” mode. “Because” became the answer to all his why questions.

So, we’re walking back to the car and he blasts off another “why” question. It was the proverbial straw.

“Matthew! You’ve been asking me ‘Why?’ questions all day!!! Why do you keep asking me ‘Why’ questions?!!”

“Because.”

It was a quiet ride on the way home…