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From the Mouths of Babes

If you’ve read my bio, you’ll know that I have 5 kids. No, I’m not Mormon or an orthodox Jew. Yes, I know what causes that to happen. My wife just wanted a big family and it’s not my fault that she digs my flava. Don’t be hatin’. I will admit that it’s a bit foreign to me, being an only child and all. I was really concerned for my father, also an only child, when we told him that we were going to have our second. The look on his face told me that he thought we were completely insane and I’m not so sure that he was wrong. Anyone know a good doc to give a vasectomy? A bad one? I don’t care at this point. Maybe a hooker with a heart of gold who would be willing to kick me in the peaches? I digress.

It seems that almost every day, one of my kids says something that makes my wife and I laugh out loud. They are so cute, and saying something completely innocent, but it will cause us to have to leave the room. I thought I’d share a few.

“YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?!?!”
Said by a 4 year old to me while he was misbehaving at Target. Couldn’t discipline him after that one. The wife and I laughed for an hour.

“Mommy, your milkers are showing”
Stated very loudly by my oldest, then age 3, while he was in a dressing room with the wife as she was trying on bathing suits in the Motherhood store in the mall.  The wife could hear people chuckling outside the door. Side note, I love those milkers.

“LOOK OUT!! HERE COMES BIG MOMMY”
Exclaimed by my son as my wife, very pregnant with twins, hobbled through the room. I lost it. Big Mommy was trying to hit me for laughing so hard but I ran into our laundry room and she got stuck in the doorway. I distracted her with some Godiva chocolate and was able to escape with my testicles intact.

“I really have to work on my tan if I’m going to be the next Tiger Woods”
Statement by my 9 y/o when deciding his future. Laughed out loud on this one.

“Dad, can you get me a notebook, so I can write things down and have a little diarrhea?”
I almost spit my coffee all over the dash.

“What are those little beans in there?”
4 y/o son made a great discovery in the tub one day. Hasn’t taken his hand off of that area since. It’s like he’s pulling taffy.

“Peepee too pointy”
During a diaper change, Daddy was proud. Wonder what was on the TV for that to happen?

“Oh, HORSE LIPS!!”
From a very frustrated little boy

“Dad’s just upset because of that thing that’s bullshit”
My 9 y/o said that to me this past Sunday. Wife was not amused. I was extremely amused

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play…
“pea nickels on my spout”

“Mommy, when will I get push ups like you have”
My oldest daughter checking out my wife’s fun bags. Hopefully she never will. I shudder to think of all the ogling dirtbags like me.

“If dad was in Star Wars, he would be Boba Fatt”
Funny. If he was in Star Wars, he would be Luke Nosepicker.

“Dad, I crapped my pants”
Self explanatory. I already knew because I saw the turd fall from his pant leg. We’re not welcome at that Wendy’s anymore.

“It’s all crap!”
Frustrated 5 year old boy because I told him to do his homework.

“I’m not new to this, I’m true to this.”
From my 4 y/o daughter last week while being praised for helping Mommy.

There are others but I can’t seem to remember any of them right now. Too many whip-its killed too many brain cells. Please post some of your own!!

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Psycho Circus

clownRecently, I loaded up the family truckster and took my wife and 5 kids, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and their 3 kids, my parents and my wife’s parents, to see the Greatest Show on Earth. We actually brought our own circus to the circus. The show was great, with only a few detractors. In front of us sat your typical Jersey woman, big hair that’s a color not found in nature, bigger mouth and dressed way too young for her age. No offense to those of you out there who happen to fit this description, but there comes a time in every person’s life when you have to stop wearing pants that come with a free bikini wax. I saw her ass crack every time she leaned forward. I considered sticking a quarter in it to see if a gumball would come flying out of her mouth. Probably would have been a Newport menthol instead. To my right sat a very ugly, middle aged woman with a bunch of ugly kids that probably licked bus windows on the way to school. Ms. Asscrack stood up at one point to try to take a picture of her kids, all of whom were staring in the other direction at the clowns. Go figure. Ugly lady got pissed off because Gina dared to block her view of the guy shoveling up the elephant shit for more that 3 seconds and proceeded to launch into a verbal tirade that would make Christian Bale blush. “Sit your ass down, bitch, I can’t see the dung.” Not to be outdone, Peg Bundy turns to her and says “I’m skinny, look around me bitch. God forbid I stand up for 5 seconds.” It was more like a minute and the elephant was looking like he was going to piss gallons, and who wouldn’t want to see that? Fugly starts screaming, and offers to “go outside to finish this.” Classy. I guess I’ll watch their kids while they roll around in the gutter on Hamilton Avenue.

So things settle down and I proceed to spend the next two hours watching the show with Gina’s rat’s nest hair resting on my knee, waiting, and quietly hoping that Fug would start throwing haymakers. I’m probably going to get a rash from all of the Aquanet. I smiled every time my ten month old daughter pulled her hair. A couple times I did it myself and blamed it on the girl. Yes, it’s juvenile, but nothing was better than pulling hard on Trigger’s mane only to have her turn around and smile at me and my daughter. Hmmm, I wonder what else I can get away with while holding a chubby goober? Free popcorn? Doubtful, they charge $7 for a box. It’s almost like extortion. The lemonade was $9, but hey, it came in a souvenir cup shaped like an elephant. Thanks, Mr. Guatemalan concession guy for waving that in the face of my six year old with ADHD as we were trying to leave when the show was over! The meltdown that ensued wasn’t pretty. The headcount in my house was nearly reduced by one, but luckily the wife stepped in before I gave him to the nearest family with a vehicle big enough to take him home. I love that kid, and after he calmed down we talked, and he made it back into the family. I don’t think he really got my point about how overly priced it was, but he smiled at me with his missing teeth and all was right in the world.

At the end of the day, a good time was had by all. Can’t wait for next year.

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“Karma” Sutra

Or…Remember, what goes around comes around and you’ll always get yours in the end!

I’ve done some bad stuff in my life, probably no more than the guy next to me if I wasn’t alone in my office – but you get the point. As a matter of fact, a reader or two may have witnessed some of the more benign bad stuff, but I digress…

My focus today is the art of
Boy Meets Girl
Girl Irritates Boy
Boy Runs From Girl, FAST…

Prior to getting married I was a bad breaker-upper (BBU), I admit it. I once had a friend drop me off at a GF’s house told him to drive around the block and pick me up. When he came back around I broke up with her and told her I couldn’t talk anymore because my buddy was back, I got in the car and never looked back. At least that was in person, IM (√), Email (√), Phone (√), Friend pretending to be me on the phone (√, √) – Texting to break up is post single life for me but I can imagine I’d have done it.
(cnt stnd u no more – i m out – cya)

The point of all of this rambling is this – A lot of people I talk to say that “having a little girl is retribution for all the girls you’ve wronged in your life.” I’ve broken up with a lot of girls, poorly in some cases, and now I have a daughter and I don’t want the fate of those girls to befall her.

Some quotes from friends and their husbands:

Friend A: “We have four daughters [my husband] must have been really bad prior to me”
Husband: [Above the barely audible sobbing and sniffing] “Yup 4 girls and the oldest is twelve. Where can I buy a chastity belt?”

Friend B: “3 girls and counting…”
Husband: “WTF did I do wrong?”

I’m not saying that I or any of these fine gentlemen are complaining or have regrets about having a daughter, we all love them dearly. It’s just the fact that we know what is in store for them – teenage boys. My little girl just turned one and my hair gets grayer each day she inches toward young-lady-hood. She’s become a symbol to me – love, life and dread. After having two boys I thought I was in the clear but I must have pissed off Mighty Aphrodite too much with that last IM break up because my wife and I got the girl on the last shot.

What am I to do?

Bitch and moan for the next 20 years? Probably, but it won’t do any good.

Lock her in her room as soon as she turns 10? No, my wife won’t let me.

Train my boys as an elite, two-man paramilitary squad to protect her and hunt down those who would hurt her? Maybe, but probably not since that might be misconstrued somehow…

Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong – maybe since I was a BBU, my cross to bear is my boys.

Maybe my penance is to train them to be more sensitive to the wants and needs of women and not break hearts.

Maybe if I do that my fears with raising a girl will all be unfounded.

Maybe…Maybe…Maybe

On second thought, Anyone know where can I learn more about paramilitary training?

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