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A Simple Message
I went to wake up little J this morning and received the following directive (verbatim):
“Mrrrmmmrhrmm! Birthday girl is tired! Birthday girl must sleep!”
Heh. A chip off the ol’ blocks.
Happy Birthday, Squiggly Squiggles McGee!
Armed and Dangerous
Sometimes I wonder if I’m going to be spending the afterlife in a very warm place.
Observe: a friend tweeted this…
I replied with this…
Anyone have an extra portable air conditioner they don’t need?
“A new roof is one of those home improvements that is painful because the results aren’t really obvious to you. ” These words were spoken by a friend of mine when I was talking to her about the sorry state of my roof (and how I was looking to have it repaired or replaced) . I didn’t really understand exactly what she meant until I started getting quotes to have my roof redone.
Excuse Me, Sir. Your Daughter Just Said…
My daughter had a sleepover at Nana’s recently. It’s a great arrangement because Nana doesn’t live too far from where I work, so it’s just a matter of her dropping off little J to my office. Win-win, really; Nana gets to spend time with the wee one and I get a traveling partner for my commute.
On the subway, every station is announced several times beforehand (something to do with being sued when people miss their stops or something). More often than not, the on-board speakers are on the fritz and it’s hard to determine what they are saying. Here is a list of “translations” courtesy of my daughter.
TTC: The next stop is Christie. Christie Station.
Little J: Daddy! We’re going to Rice Krispies Station!
TTC: The next stop is Bathurst. Bathurst Station.
Little J: Daddy, are they really thirsty? They are bad thirsty? Is that what that means?
[This one is the most embarrassing one; only because it was declared very, very loudly.]
TTC: The next stop is Spadina. Spadina Station.
Little J: Daddy! That voice on the speaker just said ‘vagina’ two times!
Where’s Bill Cosby when you need him?
Having children is like having access to a gold mine full of awesomeness. Not only do they come up with some hilarious dialogue, but they inspire us to explore our own inner child; that is, they help us remove the grown-up filter that usually remains intact in most day-to-day situations.
What’s even better is when you have friends with children that you can share your stories with; from these conversations, awesomeness is born…
Jorge: Little J made strawberry juice by squeezing Strawberry Shortcake. “Aaahhh! Fresh!”. I am sleeping with one eye open.
Krk: Take it out on Count Chocula for chocolate milk!
J: Hahahahah! I don’t even want to know how they make Bawls soda.