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When one of our sixth graders asked the Chinese tour guide if he could read and write in Japanese I was glad he was not one of my students.
When one of our sixth graders asked the Chinese tour guide if he could read and write in Japanese I was glad he was not one of my students.
My ten-month-old son had already called my boss and sent a nonsensical text to a guy I dumped five years ago before I realized the object in his small hand was not one of his Christmas presents.
I was laying in bed snuggling with my 6 month old son when my brother called crying hysterically that his wife had just died in a car accident, leaving him a widow with 5 little kids to raise on his own.
I couldn't help but smile as my third grader threw the ball through the hoop and yelled, ''Touchdown!''
My five-year-old son, not so patiently listening to the waitress chat, groaned, "When is she gonna get back there and make my pancakes?"
Out of the blue during diner, in an urgent voice, my 5-year-old said, "Daddy, tell me everything you know about vampires."
As we walked down the "Feminine Products" aisle, my 3-year-old son grabbed a box of panty liners off the shelf and said, "Look, Mama, Mouse Diapers!"
I saw Santa chuckle to himself and realized I had heard correctly, the little guy did ask for Chinese food for Christmas.
What is the correct answer when a six year old asks you what anal sex is?
My three-year-old son brought me my anti-depressants, asked me to take them and come outside and play.
Before I was a parent I never could have imaged that one day I would own both a horse and a saddle that are worth more than my car.
Even though it was lodged somewhere in the bowels of the toilet, we could still hear it chirping.
His parents are as gothic as they come but he is a smiling, blonde haired kid with rosy red cheeks and happy blue eyes.
At four, Sam ordered his first hamburger, and when the waitress asked, "Certainly, sir, medium?" replied indignantly, "No, large!"
The 3-year-old yells out the window to a vagrant with compassion, "Watch out man, the ants bite real bad!"
My five-year-old explained that he couldn't get out of bed because he was too sick, he "haves a cold AND a hot."
Upon asking my 5-year old son how many hotdogs he wanted for dinner, he said, "Ninety-nine five."
My wife and I promise each other that our love for one another will always come first, but now that our daughter is actually here we both know we're lying when we say it.
I collected paper towel rolls for weeks, gave them to a group of kids and they created a human marble maze.