{"id":1216,"date":"2011-05-27T09:29:31","date_gmt":"2011-05-27T14:29:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=1216"},"modified":"2011-05-27T09:29:31","modified_gmt":"2011-05-27T14:29:31","slug":"growing-up-or-not","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2011\/05\/27\/growing-up-or-not\/","title":{"rendered":"Growing up, or not"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last night was the last roller-skating party of the school year. The skating parties are lots of fun. Most of it is free-skating, but towards the end, they have everyone stand in a giant oval and dance the Hokey Pokey and Electric Boogaloo.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard to Hokey Pokey when you&#8217;re on roller skates, so the whole thing ends up being just silly fun.<\/p>\n<p>This time, however, there was a major change: my second-grader didn&#8217;t want to go out onto the floor. I\u00a0tried to convince him, but he didn&#8217;t want to talk about it. I figured he was growing up, reaching that age where he&#8217;d be embarrassed by a public Hokey Pokey. So I let it drop, and went to Hokey Pokey with his little brother.<\/p>\n<p>As the Hokey Pokey ended, I looked around to find my oldest.<\/p>\n<p>He was standing in the snack shop, watching the Simpsons.<\/p>\n<p>So much for growing up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have no idea how long the Hokey Pokey has been around. Has it been a century? I don&#8217;t know. It&#8217;s silly. It&#8217;s fun. It&#8217;s embarrassing, and I completely understand why my second-grader wouldn&#8217;t do it. He&#8217;s both too old and not old enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[118],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1216","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-c"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-jC","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1216","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1216"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1216\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1216"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1216"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1216"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}