My cat's breath smells like cat food!

one of many relatives on facebook posts shit like:

Well, this might be a little vague but in psychoanalysis there is a long-standing distrust of the "golden rule" (glossing Dr. Tyler) of "do unto others as you would have them do unto you." Speaking with my therapist, (he. he.) there is the "platinum rule": do unto others as THEY would LIKE to have done unto them. This is to say that to presume to ... Read Moreknow what your sometimes inscrutable Neighbor wants is nothing less than to narcissistically project yourself onto them. Moreover, it is to "domesticate" or colonize this other person in a way that is illiberal or extremely dictatorial. Dr. Tyler also uses this as a talking point for Kant and the "categorical imperative." . .

Should I feel dumb? Irritated? Dunno, but I do feel a burning need to comment on each and every one with "lol your funny!!!11!!"

you know, just to bring it down a notch. because COME ON.

Another One Bites the Dust

kid: Bumblebee go outside. Julian help me widda shovel.
me: uh oh.
kid: Bumblebee got all dry. Inna shell.
me: ew?
kid: He died. I'm sorry. [gives me side-hug]

note to preschools everywhere: maybe more robust pets are in order.
note to remaining turtle: watch your back.

The Saga of Pork Chop

OD comes home telling me that the kid's class has three turtles as pets.

me: tell me about your turtles
kid: pochapgoousiiiiide
me: what? something outside?
kid: pochapgooSIIIIIDE
me: how about the turtle's names. Tell me their names.
kid: simba, bumblebee, PORK CHOP
me: ohhhhhh. Pork Chop go outside. I get it now. Wait, why was Pork Chop outside anyway?
kid: Pork Chop go outside. I getta shovel.
me: uh. I hope you are making up stuff again.

I'm sure they're keeping them in the back. Just for you.

kid: Where going?
me: We're going to the pet store. To get cat litter. You can see some animals.
kid: want see fish.
me: sure, you can see fish.
kid: and elephants.
me: I don't think they have elephants. It's a pet store.
kid: Maybe ask.

WWYD?

Would you un-friend someone who thumbs-upped the following image on Facebook:
how about if the idiot in question were a 16 year old cousin who may just not know any better?

the hell is wrong with that child?

Lessons Learned

I did something completely stupid parenting-wise recently, and it is going to haunt me for the next two and a half months.
We're going on a trip, really our first all together, in June, and I am out of control excited. Really disproportionately so. I know other people fly to australia and whatever all the time, every weekend, blah blah, but WE don't. And I'm EXCITED.

So. Even though I should have known better, and as the words were leaving my mouth I was already regretting it, I told the kid, who has no concept of time or calendars, that we were going on a plane. In June.

Every single day, "we go onna plane? we go tomorrow? I wanna go NOW."
And now he's begun telling his friends at school that he's going on a plane to Barack Obama's house.

I still think I may be more excited than him though.

Pachycephalosaurus speaks

I just want to set the record straight here, because a lot of talk has been going about how Maiasaura is some kind of maternal hero. Just because someone is named "good mother lizard" doesn't mean she is, you know what I mean? Look, I'm not saying she was the worst or anything, because we all know about the time Baryonyx's kids were in the car when she got stopped driving home from her three-martini book group, but seriously, it's pretty rich to give ALL the credit to Ms. Sits-on-a-nest when Triceratops fought Tyrannosaurus for her kids. I know I can't compete with that. And Spinosaurus endured for twenty-five million years, I mean you can't do that without doing something right, parenting-wise, right? I just don't want anyone getting the idea that whatsherface is some kind of supermom just because she brought those cupcakes with the butterflies on them (god it gave me carpal tunnel just looking at those) or just because she happened to get fossilized near a nest, ok?