What I Have Learned Recently
Do not try to get control of your household's sole television by promising your kids it will be showing "cowboys" and "giants." There will only be disappointment and tears.
It takes an ridiculously short time for a snowball fight between a second grader and two toddlers to turn tragic. Add in a thirty-eight-year-old and that time can be cut in half.
On a cold winter day when your dentist asks you, "So if you are a stay-at-home dad, where are your kids right now?" remember that he has a sharp metal object and possibly a limited sense of humor before you respond, "In the car--is this going to take much longer?"
If a seven year old sees a weather report predicting up to a foot of snowfall overnight, she will stay awake until she sees white through her window, even if the first white she sees turns out to be the sunrise.
In my house, the Cowboy/Giants game caused tears and disappointment in more than just the kids.
Posted by: The Whole Jackson | January 14, 2008 at 10:28 AM
Here, too, Jackson. Here, too.
Posted by: The Dad | January 14, 2008 at 10:43 AM
Dentist: [Asks idiotic backhanded question]
You: You'd know where they were if they were up your ass. I bet.
Dentist: *sigh* Probably. Hey, a cavity!
Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' | January 14, 2008 at 10:55 AM
In my friends' household, the Cowboys/Giants game was greeted with much screaming and yelling, but the happy kind--which still puzzles the heck out of their 7-year-old, who, despite knowing that Daddy grew up in NY and moved to PA shortly after he got married, still can't figure out why Daddy won't let him root for the Eagles...
Posted by: Diane | January 14, 2008 at 11:35 AM
Yes, snowball fights never end well, why do we ever think it will be otherwise.
Posted by: Angela | January 14, 2008 at 11:52 AM
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Posted by: PG | January 14, 2008 at 04:49 PM
Those tears shed during the Cowboys game would have come anyway when the Pats trounced them in Arizona. It may have been even worse then. You may have actually thought they had a chance...
Posted by: John | January 14, 2008 at 05:44 PM
That's odd--most of the tears at my house over the Cowboys and Giants were tears of joy.
The tears over this evening's snowball fight, on the other hand, were all misery. My misery.
Posted by: Burgh Baby's Mom | January 14, 2008 at 08:10 PM
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Posted by: Victoria | January 14, 2008 at 08:15 PM
GO PACKERS! Better believe my twins have that phrase down pat!
Posted by: Loyal Cheesehead | January 14, 2008 at 10:20 PM
Since the saints have yet to start marching, we at DRY Ink are just pretending this season never even happened. But good to know on the snowball thing. Wow, winning NFL games and snow, you've manage to hit upon the 2 things very unknown to Louisianians.
Geaux Tigers!
Posted by: Erika | January 15, 2008 at 09:27 AM
Haha... That "in the car" answer just cracked me up! I'll have to remember that.
Posted by: barnmouse | January 16, 2008 at 04:49 PM
Personally, I always put the three year old in the large dog's crate and the 6-month old in the cat's crate when I'm at the dentist.
Posted by: Colleen | January 16, 2008 at 09:53 PM
Cheesehead: my girls can say all the good phrases. "Go Pack, Go!" and "Touchdown Packers!"
My blood runs green. Too bad my husband is a Cowboys fan. Don't even ask how we ended up together. There are just some things a person should disclose BEFORE the wedding.
Posted by: loren | January 17, 2008 at 11:26 AM
Oh Loren, I'm sorry.
Posted by: Loyal Cheesehead | January 17, 2008 at 10:51 PM