I have a bunch of toys from years ago that I “collected”. I was single and had money for that kind of stuff. I would look at them, maybe put them on a shelf. Eventually they would wind up in a box. Now I get to dig those things out of boxes and actually play with them. It’s a great feeling.
Posts Tagged ‘parenting’
“I thought I had children. Where did they go? What is all that crying I hear? Must be something on the TV.”
Accidents happen. When you’re not there to see it you should usually give the kid the benefit of doubt. That said, it’s really hard to accidentally write your name in sharpie on the wall. Three times.
“Daddy, get down here right now!”
“No thanks, I really have a great view from up here.”
“I’m going to tell mommy!”
“Oh please do! I love seeing her laugh and smile!”
If I get sick first I do a good job making sure nobody else in the house gets it. If one of my kids gets sick first all bets are off. It’s like they go out of their way to share. Germs for everyone! Enjoy!
“Listen to me. You need to stop poking the dog with your race car or there will be consequences! For both of us!”
“Hmm, I have a choice between Curious George and My Little Pony. Which one will seem less ridiculous to the cashier at Home Depot?”
It can be a small sword. A handy telescope. But most importantly, a fart sound megaphone. Most important.
After our second child was born we dug out some old toys out of storage from our first son. I was tickled that 5 years later I knew all the sequences of the toys as if they were albums I loved but hadn’t listened to since college. “Oh yes, this is Pop Goes the Weasel followed by London Bridge, Twinkle Twinkle, This Old Man and finally 3 Blind Mice. Classic.”