My daughter is 2 and half. It's very normal to look down on your child and think, 'you are the coolest' person on the planet. It's easy to only see the good.
I teach middle school and I'm immune to cute.
There are a few career options I'm going to go ahead and cross of the list of possibilities for my daughter.
Here's why.
She loves to play Hide and Seek.
98% of the time she hides on a blanket.
97% of the time she hides with me.
97% I ask her, "um, if I'm in here with you, who's supposed to come find us.
She answers back, "uuuuummmmmmm Subby." You know Subby, the dog who's scared of his own farts. Not exactly the smartest dog, he NEVER knows that we're playing hide and seek.
Now I'm in a dilemma. Do I shout out for the dog and hope he hears us and comes to find us? If I yell, I've defeated the whole purpose of hiding in the first place.
What to do, what to do?
Most of the time, we sit under the blanket until I get bored and change the game to something else.
Yep My daughter has a better attention span than I do.
The other 3% of the time, my daughter hides under MY shirt, the shirt I am wearing at that moment, and yells for me to find her.
I've scratched off Ninja as a possible career for her. I just don't think it's going to work out.
Showing posts with label funny stories. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Dog farts
This week I wanted to focus on FUNNY.
Mostly cute and funny stories about my life and family.
Today's story:
Dog farts.
My dog's name is Subwoofer. Long story short one of my students named him. We had the name picked out long before we had the dog.
Subby (that's his nickname) is the biggest chickenshit I've ever seen. He's got a mighty bark and looks sort of terrifying but in reality if a fly buzzes by his ear, he runs to me for cover.
He's not really a gassy dog. He has stunk himself out of the room before.
Last week he farted. I heard little squeek and it like he was porpelled forward by some mysterious force coming out of his ass. He jumped up on the couch next to me and buried his head under my arm.
He needed protection from his own ass.
Your ass is the one thing you can never escape.
Mostly cute and funny stories about my life and family.
Today's story:
Dog farts.
My dog's name is Subwoofer. Long story short one of my students named him. We had the name picked out long before we had the dog.
Subby (that's his nickname) is the biggest chickenshit I've ever seen. He's got a mighty bark and looks sort of terrifying but in reality if a fly buzzes by his ear, he runs to me for cover.
He's not really a gassy dog. He has stunk himself out of the room before.
Last week he farted. I heard little squeek and it like he was porpelled forward by some mysterious force coming out of his ass. He jumped up on the couch next to me and buried his head under my arm.
He needed protection from his own ass.
Your ass is the one thing you can never escape.
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