The Bunkbed Confidential: The Magic Worm in His Pocket

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Magic Worm in His Pocket

Here’s a recent conversation with my almost 5 year old as we all disembarked from the minivan after school:

Boo: (very loudly & excited) Daddy, I still have my magic worm in my pocket!
Me: The little blue one?
Boo: Yes!
Me: Did you take it out for show & tell today?
Boo: Yes!
Me: Did everyone like seeing your worm?
Boo: Yes!

It's at that time I turn around and notice an older couple leisurely strolling by during our conversation. It's times like that when my sophomoric sense of humor can really come back to bite me. I wonder what they must have thought of the daddy who lets his little boy take his worm out for show & tell!

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About Me

I'm have the privilege of being a full-time stay-at-home dad. I love my children dearly but as every parent knows there are those days. They are the times when I wonder not only why I chose to be a SAHD but why I continue. They bring to mind Rodney Dangerfield's line in Caddyshack, "Oooo, now I know why tigers eat their young!"

Juxtaposed with those feelings are the more frequent moments that remind me how incredibly fortunate I am. Even when the kids misbehave or I make poor parenting choices I have to remind myself to be grateful.

I also love to write. The "aerophile" in me sees writing akin to air traffic control. Both create a semblance of order out of perceived chaos. While the air traffic controller systematically guides speeding aircraft to their destination I guide my rapid, often chaotic thoughts into something imaginative.

Key Players

E- My first born son. Now 10 yrs. old. Passionate about Legos, Hotwheels, Garfield, video games, and drawing. He complains a lot about school and his little brothers. Did I mention he's way into Legos?

G- Middle son. 6 yrs. old. He loves drumming, music, Legos, and playing with his little brother. He is quite the ladies man, too, but as it often goes with those lucky fellows he doesn't realize it.

K- Youngest son. 3 yrs. old. He actually runs the family in a way that only a 3 year old can: by yelling, LOUDLY. He loves soft blankets, gummy bunnies, looking at himself in the mirror, TV, his babysitter, baseball, and his big brothers but not necessarily in that order.

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