Dentistry & Zip Lines Is that one shady mechanic actually more trustworthy than your dentist? Several dentists we've visited have wanted to do massive amounts of completely unnecessary work. When did pediatric dentistry become an "up sell" business?
Amateur Hour at the Pool My daughter begged to come along on my run. I explained, gently, that she would hate every mile of it. So we compromised: chores done, we would all go to the pool instead. Only later did it dawn on me the pool was her plan all along, and the run was just her opening bid. Outnegotiated.
You Have to Meet Me Half Way When the baby fusses to be rescued from the living room, I crouch a few feet away and motion for him to crawl to me. He rarely budges. So I explain the theology of it: just like dispensationalism, you have to meet me half way. Not that we believe in dispensationalism here, of course.
Maybe If I Had Three Wives My wife lamented all the chores she never got to, so I helpfully proposed a fix: a couple more wives to split the load. She informed me she'd already dreamed I was married to everyone at Small Group, and woke up furious about it. The harem idea is a firm no-go.
Where Did I Go Wrong With Joyful Children? A discipline system foiled by children too cheerful to be deterred, a stranger foraging chanterelles on the mountain trails, a fever and a rash that jump the doctor's queue, and the seventeen acres of wild pasture I once turned into the best gym I ever had.
Telepathic Bat Signal My kids abandon the toys in my office for days. Yet the instant I finally clean them up, they swarm back as if summoned by some telepathic bat signal, build for ten minutes, and scatter again. The cycle had to wait today, though: after a week flying solo, I drove to Alabama to bring the wife home.
Turns Out He's the Maid Today For a week I gently reminded the kids: wash your dishes or load them, but do not dump them in the sink for "the maid" to deal with. K did it anyway. So, K became the maid for the day.
I Don't Like Other People's Kids Breakfast, mandarin, math, literature, Easy Peasy, lunch, meetings, swimming, dinner, a show and bedtime. What a day.
Toy Story 5: Online Bullying and Inept Parenting Toy Story five is a one hundred two minute movie packed with thirty minutes of content, horrific parenting and no moral to the story.
Vicksburg is Dead to Me I offered them any weekend adventure; no limits. They countered with fast food and bowling, then vetoed the beach in favor of the glorified sand pile by the lake. Meanwhile, my road trip strategy of keeping everyone mildly dehydrated assumes the gas station bathrooms work. New rule: avoid Vicksburg.