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StatCounter Props
The Lunch Table
I never sat at the popular kids’ table at lunch. I didn’t sit with the losers either, but was somewhere in between. One day, I had the distinct pleasure of being pummeled with a stray apple being used as a projectile in a food fight. Awesome.
Never did I yearn to sit with the popular kids. They always seemed like a bunch of assholes. (Is that one word, or two? I never have found a definitive answer.) I was comfortable with the people I sat with, and made some pretty good friends.
Part of me wants our son to have the opportunity to sit with the “in” crowd at lunch. Another part of me wants him to despise the people at that very same table. Still yet, there’s a very small part of me that wants him to sit at a table where he can experience being hit with an airborne, edible projectile. Don’t you judge me!
Kandis’ Oscar Picks
Here’s a talent our kid might inherit. If not, we at least know that he can bring Kandis to school for show and tell instead of me. Dodged a bullet there!
Short Stories
Inspired by this article from Wired, I’ll attempt my own six-word short stories about pregnancy and fatherhood.
Story 1
Kick! Easy on Mom, young fetus.
Story 2
Age? Two weeks. Diaper incident. Run!
Story 3 (variation on Story 2)
“Diapers? Not so much,” said Rob.
