Dad enters the home, tired after a long, hard week at work.
Enter The Girl, bouncing into Dad’s arms, obviously feeling better after being up all night with croup. “Dad! I watched a show today called The Backyardigans and they went into the backyard and had and adventure and they had to look out for booby catchers!”
Dad tosses confused look at Mom.
“Booby traps.”
Oh.
I know it is a bit past the holiday season (and with the credit card bills coming in, the last thing you probably want to be is reminded of Christmas), but I couldn’t resist linking to this photo gallery called Scared of Santa.
Judging from the look of some of those Santa’s, I think the kids have every right to be freaked out. For example, this one clearly does not spend the Santa off season in the Bahamas. Then there’s Man, I Had a Bit Too Much Eggnog Santa, Fugitive Santa, and I Don’t Know What The Hell It Is, But Please Make It Stop Looking At Me Santa.
Thanks to The Tiny Revolution for the lead!
Congratulations Dads! We are among the things that have fallen off the list of “Things Kids Fear”, according to a new study from Australia’s Queensland University of Technology.
The researcher’s best guess is that we Dads are becoming more “reasonable” with our discipline techniques and not relying so much on more punitive measures, like corporal punishment for discipline.
I really don’t know how Dads from back then did it. The strict disciplinarian role seems so foreign to me. I mean, it would rip me up inside if I thought that The Girl was afraid of me, and it is inconceivable to me that I would ever hit my daughter.
So, score a point for today’s Dad, slightly less fearful than Dragon Pox and Dipsy-doodle-itis.
Posted in Life as Dad, Silly and Fun
Tagged corporal punishment, discipline, father, Silly
I am posting this article in honor of the current Cancun summit between 3 of the western world’s most Conservative political leaders.
A new report from the University of California-Berkeley (the very heart of rabid liberalism, according to the article) says that:
Whiny, insecure brats who cowered with fear of being bullied on the playground grow up to be conservatives, while smooth self-confident, resilient, self-reliant kids mostly grow up to be liberals.
Is it just me, or does it seem that little people require an unbelievable amount of fabric in their lives?
Fabric is causing me stress these days. It seems that we are becoming overrun with fabric. It’s natural state in our house? Not nicely folded and put away in a closet or dresser, but rather in little piles that seem to gather overnight in corners of the house. A pile of clothes over there, an errant sock here, diapers drying on a rack, a sweater on the stairs, dishtowel on the kitchen floor, hand towel full of paint on the playroom floor. Everywhere I look I see fabrics, disheveled and strewn askew.
They are impossible to control, preferring to spread out around the house. Oh look, there is a scarf and a pair of mittens on the kitchen table. A blanket for ClipClop the horse draped over the plant in the corner, and another one for Ty Bear hanging on the hall banister.
Is that a wet towel lying on the bathroom floor? A sunhat on my desk? Where does this stuff come from? Why can’t I control it? Whose devilish plot is this to drive me insane?
Fabrics. ARRRGHHHH!
Okay, it may be the 67 mini Kit-Kats speaking, but I loved Halloween last night. The look on the girl’s face each time she opened the door and was greeted with a “TRICK OR TREAT” delivered by a lion / pirate / Alice in Wonderland / Spiderman / Ghost was totally worth the sugar hangover today.
I’m a 45 year old Father of two great kids: an 8 year old girl I call “The Girl” and a 5 year old boy called “The Boy”. The names are changed to protect the innocent – they can choose to reveal themselves when the time is right – probably in 20 years with their therapist when the contents of this blog will be used against me :)
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