THEBOY was outside playing with Caleb, the neighbor boy, yesterday evening. They were playing with their Super Soakers. It was about 8pm and I went to fetch THEBOY to come in for a shower.
As we returned to the house he spied something in the grass. We stopped for a better look, and it turned out to be a dead bird. It had ants on it, flies, and looked pretty bad in general.
I prepared myself to be the father, to give one of those “ashes to ashes” speeches.
Me: “You see, THEBOY, the ants and bugs will eat it, and it will decompose—“
THEBOY: “Can I squirt it with the squirt gun?!?”
Me: “Uh—yeah, I guess”
THEBOY: “Cool!”
SQUIRT!
And he was satisfied. Turns out I didn’t have to go all “circle of life” on him after all.
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Moments like this are reason enough to have children.
Michael
Cindy and I spent 45 minutes one night explaining to Tori that although I am not her biological father, I loved her enough to adopt her - the whole scene was straight out of some Hallmark, made-for-TV show. When we asked if she had any questions, all she could say was "Dad, can we play Super Mario Brothers on the Gamecube?"
Bruiser
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