The other night I ran out to the store and while I was there my wife was going to give the kids a bath. Upon coming home, I was setting the groceries on the counter when I could hear our 6 year old yell to his little brother, "Smell my butt! It smells like a strawberry milkshake!!" What's stranger than his butt smelling like a strawberry milkshake is that I wasn't even surprised to hear a statement like that being made.
I was a little surprised tonight, however, when I opened the refrigerator door a while after we had finished dinner. Again, our 6 year old said that he wasn't hungry and that he'd eat his Mac n Cheese for lunch tomorrow. So, I told him, "Lets save it then. Take the spoon out, cover it with some tin foil, and stick it in the fridge."
I guess we know he follows directions well.
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That is sooo funny!
I stumbled upon your blog and for some strange reason I feel it resonate with me. Maybe it's the sincere struggle of being a good dad. Or maybe the fuel prices raising on my side of the planet as well. Or maybe it's the foiled spoon. There is something very honest about it...
Dear Adam,
Thanks for dropping by "Paranoid Prophet". I was quite surprised actually, as I didn't think you'd respond to some random blogger.
No, I'm not from Sweden - I'm just concerned with (paranoid about) privacy-issues and so on across the world. I'm actually way South... in Africa.
We should chat some time.
On my blog I often speak quite candidly about the U.S. (although I have American friends, I've never actually been there), so feel free to criticize my skewed observations.
Regards,
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