Some things change, some things don’t
“Well, I suppose I couldn’t very well have expected the ‘I did the same thing when I was your age’ speech.”
“Well, I suppose I couldn’t very well have expected the ‘I did the same thing when I was your age’ speech.”
Do you remember fractions? You know, seven eighths, two hundred forty-seven three hundred twenty ninths? A third? Do you remember what a pain in the butt that was? No? Me either. The joy of having kids is that you get to revisit ALL your childhood, not just the good parts. Not that the diapers were such a joy, but at least I could speak with some authority. “That’s poo.” (I know poo when I see it.)
A song for the morning to celebrate the 200th post. w00t w00t!
The Baby on the Bus says, “Waa waa waa!” / And all the other parents on the Bus give it’s mommy dirty looks.
It’s often been noted that great artists and poets and scientists and that ‘creative’ lot seem to do their best work early in life. (When John Keats was my age, for example, he’d been dead for 14 years.) This was hammered home to me this morning as I cooked bacon and eggs for SOBUMD, the […]