My mother likes to tell a story of how when I was a little boy I got a popcorn kernel stuck in my nose. I was shoving them up there and then doing snot rockets to shoot them across the room. I shoved one way up my nostril and my normal snot rocket procedure wasn’t working to blow it out. I immediately started freaking out with visions of corn stalks growing out of my nose.
I ran and told my Mom about my predicament and she, being so flustered about yet another trip to the emergency room, smacked me upside the head. This blow, combined with renewed mucus from the water works that had started, jarred the popcorn kernel loose.
Well today I received a call from my wife that started with the sentence any proud father loves to hear: Do you know what your son did?
I soon learned that he stuck play-doh up his nose and my wife had to grapple with him to get it out. Having heard my Mother tell the popcorn kernel story many o’ time my wife uttered the following statement upon first learning of my son’s deed: You are just like your father.
Last night the boy grabbed my iPod off our dresser. I figured if he was going to listen to it he should at least listen to some good tunes. I sat with him on our bed–he with the left earbud, me with the right–and I queued up some Beastie Boys for our listening pleasure.
I think this is the first time he has ever heard the Boys. We rolled though some tracks and were about to embark on an all night listening party until the wife called for bedtime.
He liked Groove Holmes the best. I just liked hearing him say Beastie Boys and sharing some of my music with him. A great couple of minutes that will hopefully be repeated soon and often.
In related Beastie listening fun I ran across the So Watch’ Cha Want (Soul Assassin Remix) while poking around and thought I would share it for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!
The family and I went to our friendly neighborhood Panera last night to get some supper. As we sat and chowed our chow my son suddenly got excited, pointed across the restaurant and said, “It’s a doggy!”
I looked around trying to figure out if someone had snuck a dog into the eatery and then my eyes fell on a woman wearing a fur lined coat. I pointed it out to my wife and we both started laughing. The more we laughed the louder my son repeated, “It’s a doggy!”
I think he finally figured out it wasn’t a dog when the woman put the coat on because he changed his mantra to “It’s like a doggy.”
I didn’t even think they made these spring-loaded, emergency room trip waiting to happen, playground horses anymore. He wasn’t to sure about it as first, but as you can see he got the hang of it.
