I blame Kailey Lampert for this tweet.
— Kailey Lampert (@trepmal) March 26, 2014
Which lead The Girl and I to this link where we learned how to make these. Quick to make and they’re good too.
This is something that’s bugged me since yesterday and I figured I’d post a public apology to my children. You see, they really wanted a snow day today or at least a delayed opening.
I’m going to take the chance and hope that my kids can someday forgive me and understand this mighty burden that fate has placed on my shoulders.
I know you were looking forward to not going to school today but you are old enough to learn the truth. Your father has the super power of being able to prevent things from happening merely by preparing for them.
I’ll pause for a moment while you take that in.
I know. Right now that your eyes are wide open in shock and you may even yell out “I knew it!” but please think of your Grandmother. It’s too early for that sort of outburst.
I discovered I had this ability when I habitually carried my umbrella everywhere I went. It was tied to my backpack and I would forget I even had it. It never rained those days or if it did it would stop as soon as I hit the street.
But the day came that I switched bags and left the umbrella at home. That day on the way to Penn station we suddenly got 11 inches of rain in 30 minutes and I was soaked to the bone.
Seriously, I was wet for a week.
Now, your mother may tell you something like “Some people never learn to stay out of the rain” but please understand that she’s only trying to protect you from the truth.
Yesterday, fully armed with the knowledge of the Impending Snow Apocalypse™, I went to the gas station and filled up the portable tank. We now have enough gas for the snow thrower for the next 2 years at least. I moved the car in and put the snow thrower in right at the garage entrance.
I did this not out of malice nor did I intend to rob you of your cherished snow day. But I’m told the older generation has had it with snow and I’ve learned with enough Adult Supervision™ you have no choice but to be “grown up” about these things.
As a result of my actions we got almost half an inch of snow. If I had merely not done anything then I am sure we’d have had easily 14 inches.
So now you know the truth. When I prepare for something it is a hard guarantee that it will not occur. I hope you can forgive your father someday for robbing you of that snow day.
P.S. This may be the last communication from me for a while. I switched bags today and noticed that I left the umbrella home today.
I hope they take this letter well. It’s really cold enough today and I hope that Lily doesn’t mind my revealing myself like that to them. Or the world! She’s always concerned about what other grown ups may think about what I reveal about myself.
My 12-year-old has gotten into trouble at home and even though he’s grounded it’s alright. He’s 12 after all and I got into LOTS of trouble when I was his age.
My parents had 4 sons and the whole family is opinionated and we all fought everyday. I learned at an early age where the line was and exactly how far over the line I could go before I got into real trouble.
This is a skill I carry with me in the workplace and for the last 6 years I’ve not gotten into that sort of trouble at work. That’s despite saying some extraordinarily ballsy things too. My sense of humor just comes out at the best times.
It’s good to know where the line is and how far you can stretch over it.
So I was really amused when my son came home this afternoon and said this.
“Dad. I know I’m not allowed to use the computer. And I’m not going to ask if I can. But if I were going to ask you when I can use the computer what would your answer be?”
My reply was along the lines of “Don’t push it kid” but after he left I laughed. He’s a smart kid but I do worry that his generation doesn’t have to deal with consequences at an early age. Later on yes, but every infraction can be fixed quickly. My son hasn’t yet learned that the plate is hot and you don’t put your hands on it cause it hurts.
Meh. There’s no rush. The kids will grow up soon enough.
I’m driving my 8-year-old son to the train station to pick up his mother after work at the train station. He’s telling me about a kid that bothered him in school last year.
Him: Dad, he made me very upset. He really pushes my buttons.
Me: Well, try not to get worked up. If you lose your temper you’ll be in trouble.
Him: Yeah but he really pushes my buttons, you know? He really does push my buttons.
Me: When did you start saying “pushes my buttons”??
Him: I heard you say it today.
I was working from home that day and had to deal with another fine example of social darwinism. Later on while speaking to someone I said that phrase and my son picked it up.
Little kids do not miss a thing. Good thing he didn’t hear the more acerbic comments I sometimes make…
The things kids say. On the radio this morning me and the kids heard about that public announcement someone aired in a Walmart. Some jerk used the PA system to make a racist comment.
WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP, N.J. (AP/ 1010 WINS) — An announcement at a Walmart store in New Jersey ordering black people to leave brought chagrin and apologies Wednesday from leaders of the company, which has built a fragile trust among minority communities.
A male voice came over the public-address system Sunday evening at a store in Washington Township in southern New Jersey and calmly announced: “Attention Walmart customers: All black people leave the store now.”
There are always an available pool of morons in any public place, and I seriously doubt that Walmart had anything to do with that. And now Walmart is locking down the PA system at least in that store.
But what struck me was what my 8 year old said when he heard that.
Him: I hope they don’t bring back segregation.
Me: How do you know about segregation??
Him: Dad. We learned about that during Black History month.
I should not be surprised at all, and I’m glad that my kids school teaches about that. But at 6 AM on a Saturday morning, I’m not ready to hear things like that from my kid’s mouth.
My family and I have been living in our house for over 5 years now. During that time, I have cleaned up my junk in the basement a couple of times. Our kids? Not once. Our basement looked like an organized mess. All of their toys (mostly broken) were piled up against the wall.
That changed today. This morning Lily and I started small and just kept going. We ended up throwing out eight 45 gallon bags (I could have sworn we bought 55 gallon drum liners but they weren’t). The kids helped too, so no hysterics.
What made me a little depressed was that the 1/144 HG Gundam models that my son made were damaged and had parts missing, so he decided to toss them out. Not all of them, but the four that he tossed were ones that I was proud of him working on.
Here is the models he tossed today.
It’s not really a big deal, and each one was broken. But I was a little sad at them being tossed out so casually.
The deal with my son is that if we clean out the old stuff, I’ll get him a Lionel O gauge set. Right now he has an HO scale set but with all the space we cleaned out, we can get another folding table and set up a bigger set.
Geez, I really am getting old and sentimental. You are supposed to get attached to people and not things. That is something I am trying to teach both my children so I can’t really be unhappy about them letting go of things.
So Lily put the kids to bed and was complaining that they were fighting.
Me: They like to compete with each other. That’s why they fight.
Lily: After a while it drives me crazy.
Me: Did you ever compete with your brother?
Lily: There was no need.