September 2010
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The Discourse Trap
My son has this habit of adding drama to the most trivial conversations, especially when he’s low on sleep, and it’s starting to drive me crazy. Yes, I’m about to use one of those phrases I generally try to avoid… you know, the ones that start with I ______ him, but… Well, I love him, but he’s bat-shit insane. Here’s the conversation on the way to the Y...
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Nosferatooth Fairies
Connor: Ugh, I can still taste blood in the hole where my tooth was...
Me: Yeah, that's normal. Don't worry about it.
Connor: You know Dad, I hope, when the the Tooth Fairy comes tonight, she brings a tiny vampire with her.
Me: Really? Why?
Connor: That way she could suck the blood off the tooth so the tooth fairy won't get wet.
Me: Of course. Alright. Well, get some sleep.
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“Dad, I think I’ve got the perfect weapon for my hovercraft....”
– Guess…
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Game Night - Pirate's Cove
The swarthy household crew engaged in a game of Pirate’s Cove tonight. The game did drag on a bit — it was Sugar-mama’s first play, the youngest pirate on the ship went into a crying jag and had to be rocked to sleep, and there were some extended battles — but I think everyone had fun. Sug sunk Anne Bonny on turn three, and we both sent Blackbeard to the locker on the...
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