• The Family Trip

    As summer in the Northeast ends after seemingly lasting only fifteen minutes, I will take my annual dive into the abyss that is autumn. Before that though, here is a bookend to my previous two attempts (The Dance Recital and Visiting Day) to lighten things up for summer:

     

    Family Trip

     

    We took a family trip to Hershey Park last weekend. Why, you ask? Well, a masochist would say it’s because I enjoy torture. My wife, Lauren, would say it was to enjoy family time with our two children, Liz (5) and Matt (4). An analyst would say it is a test run for the shitshow of Disney World that is coming eventually. Matt would say it’s to eat endless chocolate until he throws up. Should I stop? Okay, fair enough.

    Saturday morning

    A long day lies ahead. The good – Liz and Matt will be in heaven. Also good – I will get my 10,000 steps in. The bad – the heat, lines, people, germs, Liz and Matt’s behavior at numerous points, and again germs.

  • We’re All Deformed

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    “Your arms are different.”

    My five-year-old daughter, Liz, said this to my three-year-old son, Matt, recently.

    Matt put his arms up together, compared them, then gave me a quizzical look like, Dad, is she right?

    I gave an answer straight from the textbook, “We’re all different.  Everyone is beautiful in their own way.”

    “But you’re not beautiful, Daddy,” Liz said.

    Fair point. 1 <—– CLICK ON THESE RED BOXES FOR MY TERRIBLE JOKES