Right to privacy
I wish Junior would realize that my morning dump is not a team sport.
Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.
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January 10th, 2007 at 11:14 am
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January 10th, 2007 at 3:45 pm
time for bathroom door locks? (the kind you can open from the outside with a toothpick/skewer)
January 10th, 2007 at 4:21 pm
Are you talking about big Junior or little Junior? Because there’s no better way to toilet train than letting them watch mommy and daddy do it. Even if it’s big Junior, she’ll learn all this inhibited Puritan stuff soon enough. Just relax and pretend you’re five years’ old again before you ate from the Tree of Knowledge. Do they grow fig leaves in Tennessee?
January 10th, 2007 at 4:25 pm
Junior is the, err, senior child and also a girl. I started calling her that before she was born on the assumption that she was a boy. It stuck. The second child is called the second, which unlike junior does make sense. Try to keep up 😉
Or, you know, you can call them .
And it’s not a modesty thing. It’s a ‘these are the only five minutes of peace and quiet i get all day, please leave’ thing.
January 10th, 2007 at 6:38 pm
“Or, you know, you can call them ”
Uncle, this is exactly what I mean when I say you’re not trying hard enough with the whole pseudonymity thing. 🙂
January 10th, 2007 at 8:04 pm
Sorry, I think. I knew your oldest was a girl and you called her Junior but I was unsure about second. He did look a little young to be walking into bathrooms.
On your main point, forget it. You said it yourself. You’re not going to get your own life back for another eighteen years. I picked up my daughter (four years, nine months and eighteen days old) from preschool tonight and, like the indulgent daddy that I am, we drove through McDonald’s for a Happy Meal. Five minutes later the Happy Meal was on the floor on my car. I yelled at her and now I feel like a sheep-killing dog. My wife has bought tickets for them to visit her cousins in Florida at the end of the month and I can’t wait for them to go though I’going to miss them terribly.
January 11th, 2007 at 2:46 pm
I know the guilty Dad bit. My 5 year-old did something the other day that pissed me off so I yelled at her and sent her to her room and she started crying. Turns out it was an accident and I felt like an axe murderer. So I went up to her room and kissed her and read her a story. She treated me like gold, which made me feel even more guilty.
+1 on the bathroom locks. If I forget to lock the door when I’m showering in the morning my two-year old will come in and think that she needs a shower, too.