A Prayer for Kangaroos
We have BigBrother and LittleBrother in a religious-y basketball league. Even though I am not a religious person, I think it’s good to have them exposed to all kinds of stuff. I want them to learn about all kinds of things, not just the things I believe in.
After practice, they always gather a bunch of teams together and talk about religion. This causes me no end of worry, since we are not a particularly religious household, and I have no idea what they’re going to say. In the middle of the discussion, the leader asked if anyone had anything they wanted to pray for, or were thankful for.
The Baby (who is almost 4 now), was sitting in, and had his hand raised the whole time. After about 10 minutes of holding his hand up, the discussion leader called on him. ”I want to thank for Mommy, Daddy, and my brothers. They’re right over there!”
I sighed a big sigh of relief. Next thing I know, LittleBrother raised his hand. ”I want to thank God that Cheetahs aren’t extinct yet.” Ok, that’s kind of on point.
Thinking we were out of the woods, I started to check Email on my phone. Before I could, Wyatt loudly said “OOh, Ohh, and I’m thankful that kangaroos don’t get hurt when they kickbox.”
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Quoting PZ Meyers:
It’s practically Republican gospel to destroy the system of public education in the US. It’s always going to lead to tears when you put those bastards in charge.
My thought, and I think it’s a good one, is that in Science class, you should only teach Science. Churches, let me know as soon as you start teaching evolution in Sunday School.
A colossally bad idea
Our two oldest share a bedroom. They love it. A little too much perhaps. We regularly have to try and get them settled down for the night after putting them to bed. Giggle sessions are not uncommon. Unfortunately, so are minor scuffles.
Once every other week or so BigBrother comes out of the room and says that LittleBrother has been hitting/pinching/whatevering him. LittleBrother comes out to say “BUT HE STARTED IT.” There are slight variations of the story, but usually BigBrother teases LittleBrother, who hits him, causing BigBrother to get upset.
We’ve talked to them, and told them if they can’t stop this, we’ll have to separate them. ”We’ll be good, we PROMISE.”
So it will come as no surprise to you that we had a kerfluffle earlier this week. They both ran out of the room at the same time complaining that the other was hitting them. The situation escalated, and we had to force them to be separated for a while. As kerfluffles go, it was pretty serious.
So the next day as I was driving LittleBrother to school, I asked him – “Honestly, and I promise you won’t get in trouble, what started that fight last night?”
“Oh, we decided to have a slap fight.”
A real conversation
Last night DearWife and I were discussing BigBrother’s Pinewood Derby car (it’s a BoyScout) thing.
Me: He decided to go with the Bacon theme. Do you think you could help with the design? It’s probably out of my league. (note: yes, really)
DearWife: Sure.
Me: I figure a white base coat and then add red stripes.
DearWife: Well, I will need variations of red. Not just one color.
Me: I consider myself a bacon expert. It has two colors, red and white. Wait, are you thinking about cooked bacon?
DearWife: Of course, why would you race uncooked bacon?
Just a quick question
I was reading books to the two younger ones last night before bed. In the middle of “One Monster after Another” by Mercer Mayer, #2 says “Dad, I have a question.”
Thinking the question was about the book, I gave my standard response “I have an answer.”
“Maybe not this time, Dad. How was the Sun formed?”
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The Zone Defense
A few years ago, when we told people we were having a third child, the most common response from my friends was “Now you are going to have to move to a zone defense.” Bemusement was had.
At dinner we were pretty successful at having the kids take their turn talking about the toys they want to make (W wants to make a toy for adults where you put a dollar in, and you get a whole house). Seeing the pain of waiting on L’s face was something else. He could barely contain himself to tell us about his toy, and he talked for 5 minutes about it. Not sure what it was at the end of three minutes, but I do know from his explanation that explosions are involved.
Later, both older kids needed attention, and we were forced to leave the 3 year old with little supervision, with crayons, scissors, paper…and the dog.
The entire time I was spending with the big boys, I was listening intently for any signs of chaos – or worse quiet. Of course everything was fine, reminding me to just relax.
Day 4
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Going to attempt No Shave November. We’ll see how far I get. Well, we’ll see how far the wife lets me get.
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