{"id":986,"date":"2010-11-12T10:28:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-12T15:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=986"},"modified":"2010-11-12T10:28:00","modified_gmt":"2010-11-12T15:28:00","slug":"tacos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2010\/11\/12\/tacos\/","title":{"rendered":"Tacos!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The boys and I do a lot of singing. It&#8217;s not necessarily good singing, mind you, but it&#8217;s singing. If one of us happens to hear a song, there&#8217;s a good bet we&#8217;ll be humming it later on in the day.<\/p>\n<p>As I came down from work the other evening, I found my oldest dancing \u00a0in the living room as he built a train track.<\/p>\n<p>Naturally, I went into ninja-stealth mode so I could watch.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Taco bout it, Taco bout it&#8221; he sang as he picked up a few pieces of \u00a0track and danced over to build a bridge. He stopped part way there to do a pretty cool hip-twisting disco move.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Taco bout it, Taco bout it, Taco bout it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t help chuckling, which completely broke my ninja mode.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Hi dad.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey,&#8221; I said. &#8220;Cool train.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah.&#8221; He nodded. &#8220;Is it almost dinner time?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Probably.&#8221; I crossed my arms. &#8220;Why? You hungry for tacos?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Daaaaddddyyy!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>What I can&#8217;t figure out is where in the world he heard Funky town in the first place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nothing like a little Funky Town to help work up an appetite!<\/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":[123,118,120,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-986","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-cute","category-daddytales-c","category-daddytales-embarassing","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6DpYi-tacos","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/986","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=986"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/986\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=986"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=986"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=986"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}