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Clay Tablet

Me: You need help getting out of the car, buddy?
Son: No dad, I’m good.
(after getting out and struggling to put on his backpack)
Son: Man, this is heavy. It’s like I’m carrying clay tablets or something.
Me: Ha ha. Who are you Moses? Did he have a backpack?
Son: No, he had a donkey.
Me: We could bring your brother.

Nice brother

The other day the younger boy was not feeling well. While he was at the doctor’s office with Mom, older brother put together a care package for him. The most heartfelt brother thing I’ve seen in a long time.

He built him a big castle out of legos, stacked all the lego/duplo blocks on there and put if on the coffee table. Put his pillow, blanket and favorite stuffed animals on the couch. Queued up his favorite cartoon on NetFlix.

Then I heard the toaster in the kitchen. He’s in there making a bagel with cream cheese, jelly spread and a few olives on the side. (I think the olives were for the older one). Then he poured juice in the shaker and shook a juice drink for him. Then waited.

When they got home, they sat on the couch and the older boy read books to the younger one. Man, I cried.

Bandaids

I’d like to see some bandaids out there that instead of The Muppets or Lightning McQueen on them, have hair, worts, pimples. A cool latex cover that looks like a gross zit, that way when my kid puts it on his chin or forehead on his scrape to cover his bleeding wound, it looks funny or makes you look twice.

You said a bad word

The 6 and a half year old boy said a bad word yesterday. Starts with an ‘s’. Ends with a ‘t’. You can figure out the rest.

When asked about why he said it, he shrugged and said “I don’t know”.

When asked where he learned the word or who taught him the word, he cautiously said ‘you guys’.

“Uh, what do you mean? Me and your mother. When?”.
“Well, mom says it when she drops something. And, actually, I’ve never heard you say it dad”.

That’s my boy. 🙂