Ooops!
At the risk of being called a daddy blogger, I am going to write about my family for a moment. I usually don’t. Most of it is not what I care to write about. But sometimes something happens and it is just too good to keep to myself.
I was having dinner with the family. My four year old son was explaining something to us. We didn’t know what he explaining, but he was explaining it for all he was worth. I was feeling like an attentive father so I gave him my full attention.
“We should get her [his babysitter] a present.
“Something that does everything.
“Like a little robot.
“Not a dog robot. But a guy.
“About this big. You know?
“Mommy, You know.”
Mommy has a blank look on her face.
“You know, mommy. At the store. That store with the thing. The store where you asked the guy, ‘Do you have any more iPods?’ That store.”
Mommy laid her head down on the table and refused to speak.
I did my best not to smirk.
