My firstborn gathered some rocks near the playground, claiming that they were fossils. He then helped himself to the plastic bag inside my bag to put the cherished fruits of his labour.
As if this wasn’t hilarious enough, my daughter took the family photo of us (with her inside my wife’s stomach) and said, “I Want To Come Out!” Oh honey, you have already made your grand entrance into my life and wrecked lotsa havoc upon it.
Not that I really take her antics to her though. Not when she suddenly hugged me out of the blue and said, “パパ好き。” It translates to “I like you, Daddy.” All righty then.
Charles Dickens’ opening lines might not have been written for parents but they seem apt: it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Kids Do the Darnest Things
My firstborn gathered some rocks near the playground, claiming that they were fossils. He then helped himself to the plastic bag inside my bag to put the cherished fruits of his labour.
As if this wasn’t hilarious enough, my daughter took the family photo of us (with her inside my wife’s stomach) and said, “I Want To Come Out!” Oh honey, you have already made your grand entrance into my life and wrecked lotsa havoc upon it.
Not that I really take her antics to her though. Not when she suddenly hugged me out of the blue and said, “パパ好き。” It translates to “I like you, Daddy.” All righty then.
Charles Dickens’ opening lines might not have been written for parents but they seem apt: it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.