Drinking And Driving And Fighting (But Not At The Same Time)

Take Me Away

According to Parent Hacks, yesterday was Take Your Daughters And Sons To Work Day. Like Asha, I am a stay-at-home parent and take my kids to work with me every day.

That's great and all, but what I could really use is a Leave Your Kids At Home While You Go Out And Do Something That Does Not Involve Kids Get Trashed Day. Who's with me?

I'm buying the first round.

More Junior Fight Club Stuff

I had six children, including KidA from the Fight Club Junior controversy, playing in my backyard yesterday afternoon. I was chatting with KidA's Mom. Some of the kids soon started arguing.

KidA's Mom: You may soon regret allowing everyone to come back here and play on your swing set.
Me: That's ok. If things ever get too out of hand, I'll just tear the whole thing down.
KidA's Mom: [nervous laughter]

When Teaching By Example Is Not Necessarily A Good Thing

Last night, the four of us were riding around when Zoey began throwing a ball in the backseat.

Ella: Zoey, don't throw the ball. You might make Daddy have a wreck.
Zoey: What's a wreck?
Ella: It's when two cars bump into each other.
Zoey: And then what happens?

If she can't ask "Why?" to one of our statements, she'll give us a health dose of "And then what happens?"

Me: The police come.
Zoey: And then what happens?
Me: If someone is hurt, the ambulance comes.
Zoey: And then what happens?
Me: The ambulance takes them to the hospital.
Zoey: And then what happens?
Me: The doctor makes them all better.
Zoey: And then what happens?
Me: They go home.
Zoey: And then what happens?
Me: They go to bed.

Every time we get into one of these back-and-forth conversations, the only way to stop the constant "And then what happens?" is to tell Zoey "and then they went to bed." Think of it is as a safe word for toddlers.

Today, Ella got into a wreck on the way to work. She's fine. But the car? Not so much. She was rear-ended by a kid on his way to high school.

But at least when Ella gets home tonight, we can take Zoey outside, show her the back of Ella's car, and proudly say, "Zoey, this is a wreck."

Stuff Only You Care About

Even though I think I freaked out a few people the last time I shared something about myself, I believe I'm going to go ahead and keep doing it. That said, if you have a question about my family or me, would like to see me elaborate on something I've written, would like parenting advice from an idiot, or just want to ask a silly question, drop me a line or leave a comment. As long as the answers are not too revealing, I hope to answer a few this weekend or next.

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Fight Club Junior
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