Folks, here is one truth I know: There is only one correct response if your significant other says, “You go on. I’ll call the fire department.”
That’s right – hit the road! You’ve been given the green light, and your best guy/gal is shouldering the worries of whatever the fire department may be coming out to tend to so go take on the world!
I used to have a very simple three-part checklist to go over when purchasing a new lawnmower:
- Does it meet my wife’s pre-approved budgetary ceiling?
- Does it start after one or two pulls?
- Can it roll over any and everything its path — including but not limited to sticks, rocks, toys, lawn furniture and laundry that has fallen off a clothesline — and still keep grinding away?
We were having dinner the other night, and we decided a good topic of conversation would be “The times we tricked you foolish, foolish children.”
OK, so that wasn’t expressly what was stated at the beginning, but the conversation did head that way. My kids are teens now, and we find it fun to look back on when they were little and my wife and I navigated the parenting waters and we maybe used a smidge of literary license to help us get through the day. I am sure other parents can relate. For those of you with young kids or planning on having kids in the future, tuck some of these away for future use.
I think we can all agree that the single most fun day a family can celebrate together is Cleaning Day.
Just listen to the shouts of joy from the kids! (Teenagers shouts of joy sound strangely similar to whines and moans.)
Alright, squirrels. Enough is enough.
I have been accepting of squirrels for a long time. I get that plenty of folks don’t like them. But I find them somewhat entertaining, and I am willing to let them take part in my feeders. In fact, I adopted my father’s approach on this: Call them squirrel feeders, and then you are pleasantly surprised when birds show up.
We were bored on a recent Saturday night, and my kids were wanting to do something fun. We weighed our options.
Board game? Nah. Movie? Nah. Chase you sister around the house with a Nerf gun and shoot her all night? One yes, one no, one abstention.
When a teen gets a driver’s license, they have to (in most states) take a driving course prior to taking the driving test.
This is a good idea, even if it can certainly be debated that letting teens drive is not.
Brilliant idea. And you’re 16 years late. You could have save me about 200 trips to Cleveland.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking a cat just walked over my keyboard and randomly typed a paragraph. Well, I don’t have a cat, so there.
I’m no fan of cliches. I try to avoid them in my writing and in my everyday speech. In fact, I avoid them like the plague.
Ha! See what I did there?
Anywho, I recently rattled off a couple of cliches that, in retrospect, were two of the most true things I’ve ever said: “I’m just glad no one was hurt” and “We can replace a car. We can’t replace you.”
My son loves to go fishing. We have ponds near our house, and he spends countless hours with a line in the water.
Oftentimes, he goes by himself, which is an awesome thing for a 14-year-old boy to go do. Just set off on your own, fishing pole in hand, and chill by the water.