For the last several weeks I've found my son quietly sitting in front of the TV watching Spainish cartoons and gameshows. If he watches a DVD he always puts on the Spanish language version whenever it's available. He even watches the SAP versions of The Simpsons and Friends. I never thought much of it, especially [...]
My boy loves breakfast. He can gobble up lumberjack quantities of pancakes, waffles, and french toast, along with bacon by the handful. And he can do it fast, even faster than me. He nibbles the rest of the day, but the boy sure does he eat in the morning. It get's particularly ugly on the weekend when [...]
"Daddy, come on and play with me." My son beckoned me to his train set in earnest. "As soon as I finish reading this article." "Daaaaaaaaaaddy, I need you to play with me." "Just a minute ok." I continued reading the article, looking up from my magazine only after I heard Devin pick up the phone. I [...]
I post the "funny" parts of mine and my wife's conversations with my boy. These are the interactions in a day that I can look back on and discover the humor. I don't mention the other part of the conversations. The part where I grow fur and go apeshit, or, at the very least, I put on [...]
This is an actual conversation I overheard between my wife and my little boy today. "Mommy look - ah, ah, achoo!" "Was that a fake sneeze?" She asked smiling. "Don't say that dirty word!" "That's not a dirty word, Devin. 'Fake' means pretend or not real." He thought about it. "Mommy I'm not your friend. I'm not talking [...]
"Oh, the poor baby has a fever!" I said to the Devil when I picked him up early from preschool. (I had received a call less than two hours earlier at my office from a very relaxed sounding school administrator.) "No I don't." He replied. "Yes you do. And you're going to need a little medicine too when [...]
So I'm in the kitchen guzzling a non-diet soda when my kid comes up to me in his underwear, a scarf around his neck. He opens the conversation. "Daddy!" "What's up kid?" "I must sing for you!" He's a caroler. Great. "You do? OK then, sing for me." He clears his throat, or maybe it's [...]
Earlier today my wife asked our boy to spell her first name. He proudly spelled out "M-O-M-M-Y." That wasn't the answer she was looking for, she literally wanted her first name, but that didn't matter much. After she told him how nicely he spelled "Mommy" she asked him to spell Daddy's name. He smiled that adorable, [...]
This evening my wife decided to brave the Manhattan crowds in search of the perfect Christmas-themed bathroom curtains, and I was left alone with the Devil. Despite the millions of hours I have spent alone with our child I still have to convince my wife that we will be fine without adult supervision. Yes, in [...]
Sometimes I can't believe that my boy is actually mine. I watched him come into to the world looking like someone from my father's side of the family. I have watched him grow up over the last few years to become my doppelganger, my "mini me." I know darn well he's mine, but sometimes, like the mother in [...]
