Typical Sunday

So, a couple things.

Today a really cute cop pulled me over, I promise, just because she thought I was cute. After totally hitting on me, Joe Siar got off on a verbal warning and I got her number.... well badge number. But hey a guy can dream right? I explained this to my daughter and she responded by saying: “uh no, she’s like 20 and your like 50 and that’s like against the law.” Ouch

Anyways, then tonight my 13 year old (same kid) proposes I give her MORE privileges so she will do a better job at appreciating them.

Hahaha

This of course sends me into what I like to call “speech mode.” This is when I go off for about 30 minutes longer than what I should about why Daddy don’t play dat!!! Granted, these are not always my finer moments as a father, but I feel like they are essential to my children’s growth. (Sigh)

I mean what will they have to talk about when they get older if I fail to read them the riot act? How will they ever join a band, or become a hippie?

How can they ever fight... for their right... to ... paaaarrrtttaaayyy?!?!?!

Who am I to deprive my lovely children of hearing me go on and on about why everything above and beyond food/water/shelter is a privilege? (Six miles uphill in the snow!)

Can I get an AMEN?

How many times must I give them the “when I was your age” speech before they understand I phones didn’t even exist when I was their age.

Of course, usually after these moments I sit back and think to myself, yeah that will show her! Just to realize I only sound just like my parents did when I was a kid. Man.... life just finds a way to come full circle sometimes doesn’t it?