Answer This....
Which is worse?
Having your kids catch you in "the act" with your significant other or having your kids (who still believe in Santa) catch you wrapping their gifts the night before christmas?
The ramblings of Matt Dabney.
Which is worse?
I thought for sure I had a few more years before I had to answer that question. Nope. Two nights ago, the kids were in the bathtub and Jennie and I were in the bathroom helping out. Nicky is playing in the water and says to Jennie: "Mommy look. Look at this ball. What's it for?" Without going into detail, I'm sure you can imagine what he was doing. I say: "Well...." and I immediately get a dirty look from Jennie who then says to me in a low voice "If you tell him, I'll kill you." So I say "When you get as old as your cousin Vinny I'll tell you all about it." Nicky's response "No. Tell me now." Me: "No." Nicky: "Yes." Me: "Ok. When you get older your body will start to change and you'll start growing hair on your face, your chest, and your penis - just like me. When that happens, those little balls will be able to help you make a baby." Nicky, laughing: "No. You're lying." Me: "No I'm not, it's true." Nicky: "No. You're lying to me. I'm going to ask mommy." By this time Jennie had taken Alexis into her room to put her pajamas on and was no longer in the bathroom. She got off the hook because by the time Nicky had gotten out of the bath, dried off and brushed his teeth, he had forgotten all about it.
I think I'm going to have to change the name of my blog. "Daily" doesn't apply any more. With the new job schedule, I rarely have time to use the computer for personal reasons. And if I do get a few minutes, it's usually checking email and fantasy basketball stats.