Wednesday, February 20, 2008


I regularly ask Ryan what he wants to be when he grows up. The first answer is a truck driver or fireman, the second answer is “What do you do, Daddy?” and the third answer is typically, a Ninja Turtle.

What makes this most impressive is the speed at which Ryan moves at bedtime typically resembles that of a turtle (unless a sleepover is involved… then just envision a cup of coffee fell in someone’s lap, and that’s pretty close). Everything not involving sugar or fun must be done slowly and as painfully as possibly, to see if we have the resolve to finish it. So far so good.

I am thinking of actually spending the $2500 to take a TM class to survive parenting, and understand the true nature of the Ninja Turtle. Until then, I'll fake it until I make it.

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