I was out with my buddies and before going to the next bar I said “hold up, I need to go potty” and for whatever reason it really brought the mood down
It happened. I never thought this day would come - at least not as early in life as now….but I let out a serious “okey dokey” in front of my family and friends. This is peak Dad.
I just ate the leftover spilt cheese from my sandwich that fell on the frying pan and crisped up like a cheez-it. Was it delicious? Yes. Did I then proceed to pour the entire bag of shredded cheese on the frying pan to make more cheese crisps? Also yes.
I don’t mean for this to come off as a complaint because I love reaping the benefits of my kids’ Halloween candy as much as the next parent. But, what’s up with those snickers bars and Kit Kats having a hint of starburst/skittles flavor? Don’t LOVE that.
Anyone else tired of their Apple Watch roasting them with things like “you did it!” when I stand up and “looks like you’re working out” when I walk up stairs?
Saw Top Gun Maverick last night. Afterwards I peeled out of the movie theater parking lot and immediately got pulled over. Because I have a NEED FOR SPEED…in my hybrid mini van.
[7 year old]: Dad, it’s teacher apprecibation week…ugh…apprecimiation…apprecication. Wow, try saying that five times fast…appre-
[Me]: Maybe start with one time slow.
You think garbage men play detective and piece together clues from your trash to put together what went down? Like “I see empty beer cans, a broken lamp, and a used ice pack. Yup - some old guy tried doing the worm dance move again”
[My wife]: What country is the Eiffel tower in?
[My 7 year old]:…
[My wife]: I’ll give you a hint: it rhymes with “pants”
[7 yo]: Malibu!
So I guess my son is terrible at geometry just like his Dad
You can’t run through a campsite. You can only ran…because it’s past tents!!! But, yes, to answer your question, that was me last night running through your campsite to use the porta-potty.
[Me *walking into the grocery store to get milk]: Stay focused.
[Me *leaving the grocery store]: Nice job! Mission accomplished!
[Me *on the way home, realizing I forgot the milk]: Son of a!
[My 5 year old *crying about a cut on his hand]: I need stitches like you.
[Me]: What do you mean?
[5 yo]: I have a big boo-boo like the big boo-boo on your face.
He was talking about the pimple on my forehead