I love my kids, I just hate parenting
They supposedly have all these rules and restrictions about who can and can’t vote. But this is America: We don’t make rules. We break them.
And so my son totally got his vote on this morning, and I have the picture to prove it.
Every morning, when we ask my son what he wants to wear today, he says “Gabba!”
Every day. No matter that we’re deep into fall and his “Yo Gabba Gabba” shirt has short sleeves. He wants to wear it every day. I kind of suspect that he thinks “Gabba” means “clothes.”
“What do you want to wear today?”
“Clothes!”
“You got it, kid!”
But this Halloween, we took him at his word and went one further with his request. He wore a full-fledged DJ Lance Rock costume.
This weekend, we decided to go on a getaway up to Maine. Leaving from CT, where we borrowed my parents car, it’s about six hours each way. Maybe we’re trying to cram in as much New England as possible before we head down south. Maybe we just want to get a taste of all theRead more about Zombie Post: Hell in a Carseat[…]
Things got serious this week.
The assignment was to present our take on a hot news topic. My choice, like most of the others, doesn’t easily lend itself to comedy. So I got real on your asses and laid out my opinion on the same-sex issue that has been dividing the country for years.
It’s become more personal to me since I had my son and will be even more relevant now that we’re moving to North Carolina, a state where the fight for equality has some real obstacles.
Like Amendment One.
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On Tuesday I wrote about the possibility of hitting my son.
Mostly because, lately, he won’t seem to stop hitting me!