
I was watching the news this past week while my son was directing traffic for his trucks, elephants, and dinosaurs respectively. The newscaster repeatedly uttered the words “Swine Flu” to the extent that my son halted his traffic duties to ask me “Why does the man keep saying swine flu Daddy?..what’s swine flu?” Internally I winced because I honestly did not have an easy way to explain this topic. Nonetheless, in my role as Daddy aka answer man, I had to forge ahead and provide my son with some details. I told him it was a type of very bad cold spread from person to person and pig to pig. He looked at me as though I was the biggest dolt in the world. Then he proceeded to correct me “Daddy, the man said swine flu, not pig flu, silly daddy.” “Well” I said, “pigs are also called swine.” “Oh” he responded….processing this new information for a moment..”so swine flu is piggy flu?” “Yes” I said, “swine flu is piggy flu.” Smiling, he then ran back off to resume what he was doing while shouting “piggy flu! piggy flu!” I, on the other hand, was left pondering the more serious question of whether or not to get the swine flu vaccination.
Darwin’s Playground

Attended a baptism party recently. On the surface, one would guess such a gathering would be a low key family event. Little did I suspect the combination of an empty dance floor, balloons, eight or so kids ranging in age from 2 to 10 and a copious amount of sweets could erupt into a cage match of epic proportions.
First Parent Teacher Meeting

It’s official now, I’m a parent of a child attending school. This past week my wife and I went to our first parent teacher meeting. My son’s instructor is a no nonsense tough as nails woman of Irish/Italian descent possessing decades of experience working with children. She kind of reminded me of the nuns from my own parochial elementary school days. They wielded power through a combination of discipline and intimidation…the intimidation manifesting itself via a good right hook to the head if you stepped out of line. The mere raising of an eyebrow from one of these holy warriors would result in even the most brazen student to cower in fear. Ah, the good old days.
Babysaurus
Baby channels a T-Rex.
Day 3 – First week of Pre K
My son’s first week in PreK could not conclude without a well fought Breakfast battle.
DAY 2 – First week of Pre K
It was a lot easier today to drop off my son. He has become much more acclimated to the idea of school and actually demonstrated a remarkable comfort level when arriving to the classroom. I for one am still not used to the idea of dropping off my child with strangers. But the upside is … Read more