So, again this morning with the screaming fit from my son, because he didn’t want to go to school. Unlike Friday, which was a holiday, he was SUPPOSED to go to school. He didn’t. I couldn’t subject his class to that. I’m at work now, emotionally drained but otherwise fine. Soccer tonite, and then (hopefully) […]
So, just as I was leaving for work, I’m treated to my son screaming at me at the top of his lungs about how much he hates me and how mean I am and how I always pick on him and nobody else. Never mind that I took McDonalds to him at lunch yesterday, since […]
Watching a movie the other day, set in Newcastle. Where they talk funny, y’all. Son: “Dad, what does ‘shite’ mean?” (we have the subtitles on, naturally, doesn’t everyone?) Me: (always thinking fast on my feet) “Take off the ‘e’.” Son: !! Yes, I imagine my wife will be real happy about this. But at least […]