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“But I don’t like chicken and ducklings,” insists my youngest son.Now any responsible parent would gently remind him "It’s not 'chicken and ducklings.' It's chicken and dumplings."
-But I can already see where this is going: he has somehow spotted the chocolate chip cookies, and getting him to eat a 'regular' dinner is going to be a three hour ordeal.
Besides it’s Father’s Day. Think about it: what better gift is there than the gift of laughter -particularly at the psychological expense of your own progeny?
“There aren’t a lot of ducklings in it anyway,” I explain briefly. “Ducklings are very expensive.”
Clearly unimpressed, he digs in for the inevitable contest of wills before us.
“I want cookies.”
“You want cookies?” I guffaw. “How come you won’t eat chickens or ducklings, but will eat ground-up puppies?”
8 comments:
You must be so much fun at your kids' birthday parties.
I'm right there with you. My son won't eat anything unless it comes off the floor.
I go through that song and dance just about every night. "I want ______" (cookies, chips, fruit snacks, ice cream)
Well that's just too damn bad, isn't it? Mommy wants a drink...but do you see her turning up the bottle?
wha.. ? ground up what?
oh thats just so wrong
About that picture - why are your son and his adult male companion wearing those huge flower-covered hats?
Just curious.
Did you tell him what's in Girl Scout cookies?
Stephanie: As long as I stay ahead of John Wayne Gacy, I'm cool with it.
Lunatron: Were it that simple for us, I would thank God every day for Isaac Newton's culinary contributions.
otherworldlyone: Screechy isn't too bad (knock on wood); he just can get really stubborn from time to time. And it's hard to get too angry ... half of what he "eats" doesn't get all the way in his mouth anyway. We have towels that look like a Ravioli Shroud of Turin.
Nooter: haha! Thanks for the lol.
If it makes you feel any better, we never make cookies out of live puppies.
(unless they are physically impaired or something)
Darryl: You're actually the second person this week to point out my pisspoor photoshopping. I'll have to check this blog out on another computer monitor and see if it's not translating images like I see them.
Those aren't flower-covered hats. They are Jiffy-Pop tins gone horribly awry.
Mom: Not yet. And for the time being, I'm keeping him away from the Brownies too.
Oh that's funny. EVIL, but funny.
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