{"id":2168,"date":"2014-01-17T09:54:57","date_gmt":"2014-01-17T14:54:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=2168"},"modified":"2014-01-17T09:54:57","modified_gmt":"2014-01-17T14:54:57","slug":"dirty-rats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2014\/01\/17\/dirty-rats\/","title":{"rendered":"Dirty Rats"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This morning the boys had cross country, which means they had to get into school an hour earlier. I woke them up, as always, got their breakfasts made and put into bags (they eat them after they run, rather than before), and made sure they were all packed up.<\/p>\n<p>Then, as we were walking to the garage, my wife volunteered to drive them in. With them going in so early, she can do that and still get to work on time.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sure,&#8221; I said. &#8220;I&#8217;m fine with that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The kids were already in the minivan. &#8220;Hey guys,&#8221; I called. &#8220;Mind if Momma drives you in?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; my youngest shouted back. &#8220;That&#8217;s better. She doesn&#8217;t yell at us!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Both he and his brother started laughing like maniacs.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yell at you?&#8221; I stood in the doorway to the garage, more than a little stunned. &#8220;I don&#8217;t yell at you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You mean other than every day?&#8221; my oldest son shouted back.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m <em>gonna<\/em> yell at you,&#8221; I said. &#8220;Really, really soon.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It was too late, though. My wife was already backing out of the garage.<\/p>\n<p>Sheesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know that parents are not supposed to refer to their children as rats, but in this particular case, I think we can all agree they earned it.<\/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":[118,122],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2168","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-c","category-daddytales-n"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-yY","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2168","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=2168"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2168\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2168"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2168"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2168"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}