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*Ting*

November 14, 2010 | 1 comment

Usually Squirts is a sponge. He hears every word, every conversation, every phrase spoken around him, soaking it in with little response or reaction. Then one day, BAM, he’ll add the words or phrases to his four-year-old vocabulary.

On one particular day last week though, the topic of conversation was too important for him to remain a quiet bystander: San Francisco’s ban on McDonald’s Happy Meals.

As he overheard me commenting on the city’s pending new law, he looked up from his row of Hot Wheels and asked, “What about Happy Meals?”

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Weeping and Gnashing

September 19, 2010 | No comments

As I enter the door to pick up Squirts from “school,” I find him playing in the large gathering room with other kids. He looks up, smiles and runs to give me a hug. All smiles and laughs today.

Before we head home, I say we should check his folder in his class for any important notes from his teacher. As sure as we forget to check the all-important folder, we’ll miss the message telling us every child should bring a lunch or our enrollment fee is doubling.

Squirts stops smiling.

“OK,” he says, “but don’t look at the board.”

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The Father You Never Knew You Always Had

June 20, 2010 | 1 comment

I’ve been out of town this week away from my home, my wife and my son. Shortly before I left I was alone with Squirts for a few minutes watching TV. I think it was a new cartoon called “Kick Buttowski.” Can you believe that’s the name of a kid’s cartoon?

Anyway, that seemed like a good moment to talk to Squirts about my being gone for a few days. The conversation went something like this.

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Little Bundle of Evil

May 30, 2010 | 2 comments

Recently, a Facebook “friend” posted a status update about the inherent evil of humanity. It’s not usually the kind of status update I’m drawn to read, but I was fascinated with how adamantly convinced she was that human beings are, at our core, pure evil.

The moment Squirts was born, a lot of things crossed my mind. I was struck by the enormity of his feet. The volume of his voice seemed to have no limit. The color of his skin was a pink like nothing I’d ever seen before. The fact that we had not selected a middle name suddenly became of utmost importance (in that moment, we gave up trying to decide and gave him two middle names).

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