Strike up the band: "a women needs a man like a 
fish needs a bicycle" -
U2 -Tryin to throw your arms around the world, Achtung baby09TryinToThrowYourArmsAround.m4a
Do you remember when you were a child and you were watching a TV show that you were not quite sure you were allowed to watch? What did you do, did you watch it?
Not my kids. During the first cell of a cartoon (I guess they are all digital now, so maybe they are called something else) this is what you hear, "moooooooommmmmmyyy, can we waaaatchhhh this sssssshoooow?" Now you probably think, so what, that happens in every good childs home. Here is the catch, I am sitting right next to the child, not across the room, not on the other square on the couch, right next to them cheek to cheek. Oh and by the way. . . I turned the show on.
I told you about wifey rules: they are not written down anywhere, but as the boys we know them.
When daddy says it's bed time, the boys know they might get one more show, or one book, or even an extra Linky story. . .
When mommy says it's bed time, sure enough, it is, it's like she can turn down the sun.
When mommy thinks it's cold in the house, as sweaty as we might be, we all think it is cold in the house.
When mommy wants Texas Roadhouse, we suffer through it.
Monkey will ask me a question about life, and I could quote the Encyclopedia Britannica, but until mommy puts her seal of approval, I might as well be quoting the national enquirer.
We live in a mommycratic house, and we love it. . . at least she tells us we do.
Not my kids. During the first cell of a cartoon (I guess they are all digital now, so maybe they are called something else) this is what you hear, "moooooooommmmmmyyy, can we waaaatchhhh this sssssshoooow?" Now you probably think, so what, that happens in every good childs home. Here is the catch, I am sitting right next to the child, not across the room, not on the other square on the couch, right next to them cheek to cheek. Oh and by the way. . . I turned the show on.
I told you about wifey rules: they are not written down anywhere, but as the boys we know them.
When daddy says it's bed time, the boys know they might get one more show, or one book, or even an extra Linky story. . .
When mommy says it's bed time, sure enough, it is, it's like she can turn down the sun.
When mommy thinks it's cold in the house, as sweaty as we might be, we all think it is cold in the house.
When mommy wants Texas Roadhouse, we suffer through it.
Monkey will ask me a question about life, and I could quote the Encyclopedia Britannica, but until mommy puts her seal of approval, I might as well be quoting the national enquirer.
We live in a mommycratic house, and we love it. . . at least she tells us we do.
Closing song: (Ha, you thought Celine Dion would make it here. Some rules were meant to be broken. ) Pretty girl you are the light of my life, I mean my everything You're the one I chose to make my wife, that's why you wear my ring.And when I'm feeling down and out, you're the one who will bail me out My love will always guide me home, pretty girl. Eric Clapton - Pretty Girl,Music and Cigarettes 06PrettyGirl.m4a
4 comments:
sounds like a well adjusted household to me! How come there were no musical cues for this one?
As it should be.
i love it. you are good boys to follow wifey rules. lucky for you, you have a good wifey.
Well, at least you know where you stand in the grand scheme of things
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