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Warning: this tale may make you hungry. If your resolution is to lose weight, make sure you have a large bag of rice cakes next to you while you read it.
I can’t wait to hear next year’s guess as to why we give presents on Christmas eve!
The little guy may have won this battle, but the war of the tooth brush is far from over. Very far.
I need a category of tale called “please don’t tell my wife.” That’s where this one would go.
Okay, so my kids are more scared of the police than they are of Santa. I guess I understand that… but what now?
With the kids in full “angel” mode leading up to Christmas (well, almost), I thought I’d take this opportunity to flash back to a tale about an airplane ride. I wrote this but never posted it. Prior to this ride, both kids had already ridden on planes several times on trips back and forth to […]
Today’s tale is in the Chronicle. Click here to read it! Terms for searchers: Christmas, Whack, Santa, Naughty, Nice Looking for some more holiday cheer? Check out these other fun Christmas tales: Defending Santa The Perfect Present Holiday Patience
One of the kids’s favorite songs is “Fast Monkey”, by SteveSongs. If you hadn’t heard it, here’s a little taste: I’m fast, I’m really really fast.I’m faster…than a fast monkey! The song repeats this lyric subtituting in a different word for fast each time: slow, loud, quiet, and so forth. The reason it’s such a […]
I’ve been working as a reporter the past few days, covering a conference down at the Rosen hotel. Given the “business” dress code, I’ve been wearing suits each day. This morning, my kids finally noticed. “Hey Daddy,” my seven-year old asked. “Why are you dressed fancy?” “‘Cause I’m working a conference.” “So?” “So, I’m supposed […]
The other Saturday morning, as my wife and youngest child were out walking the dogs, my seven-year old ran into the bedroom to wake me up. “Bzzzztttt,” he shouted. “I shot you with my lasers!” I rolled over to face him. My loving wife had left the bedroom lights on anyway, so sleep was pretty […]
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