Sunday, April 03, 2005
Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike
So, a couple of things are going on lately. First of all, we wanted to make sure that we wrote about your passionate affair with the bike. Almost every night when dad comes home from work, the two of you will play for a couple hours. And, almost every night when you two play you will find your bike and say, "bike." Dad then puts you on the bike, says "put your feet", you put your feet on the pedestal, and then dad zooms across the living room and family room while you smile from ear to ear. Most of the time dad is not drunk (he's only buzzed), so you safely stay on the bike. But, there have been a few times that dad has let you go too early and you've wrecked. But, being a kid is about collecting bumps and bruises, so its OK.
But wait, we exaggerated something. You see, lately when you want something, like...oh I don't know...to ride a bike...you will repeat what you want INCESSANTLY until you get what you want. So when you ask dad to ride your bike, you don't say "bike" - you say, "bike bike bike bike bike bike bike bike bike...", well, you get the point.
Now, if you just did that with the bike, that would be OK. But you do it with absolutely EVERYTHING lately and it gets on our nerves. Just so you know, we are your parents (despite your mom's claims that you may have a different father), and we understand what you're saying the first time. There is no need to repeat it over and over (and over) again. Got it? So next time you think about repeating yourself, don't! Just shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up.
Ok, now go ride your bike. Dad has to go turn this buzz into a full drunken stupor.
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1 comment:
daddy needs absynithe absynithe absynithe absynithe absynithe absynithe!
:)
J
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