Little Dude is sneaky. Still, we’ve found his early morning sneakiness (IE- raiding the cupboard and subsequently enjoying his slice of pilfered heaven while hiding under a blanket) trends on the heels of a candy/ice cream shopping trip or some kind of treat bonanza the night before. Enter, Lady-Friend and her recent shopping trip.
Lady-Friend is …
Little Dude wants a pet the same way we want to retire to Hawaii– IE, b-a-d: BAD.
I know this for two reasons:
1) The other day he picked a caterpillar out of the dirt and explained to me how he’d train and feed it. Sadly, after eight hours in a jar in the sun, that didn’t …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton. NOTE: This is entry is a reminder as to why I need to keep Vintonville– or at least Quotables– updated more often. Throw in a load of laundry, grab a Go-Gurt and use the couch. …
Bed Ninja
[bed nin-juh] –noun
1. A member of a child society of bedtime mercenary agents, highly trained in stealth (ninjutsu), who indulge in covert purposes ranging from nap-time espionage to mattress sabotage and sleep assassination.
When you’re trying to punch in for a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, living with a bed ninja can be …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
The other night, after putting Little Dude to bed, I heard him faintly whispering to himself as I went back to my room. Knowing something was up and hoping to hear a few unedited gems, I …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
This morning I woke up to Little Dude tapping me on the leg:
“Papa, I need you to wake up and play cars and airplanes and Star Wars with me. I’m taking the day off from school.“
Like most …
Leftovers are what happens when when Monday is uninspiring.
Still, Little Dude’s 2008 B-boy moves looped to “Sandstorm”? Always inspiring. Then again, I’m his Papa.
Figures Luck would be a Lady considering my luck with ladies, on par with my luck with luck, was always crap. Not crap in the sense of odor-imposed celibacy; I never had a problem dating or meeting girls*, it’s just that dating and meeting girls inevitably ended with me as their springboard.
That’s kind of expected …
