• What can I do to help you?

    “Cheryl, is there anything else you would like to put in the dish washer before I start it?”
    “No, not unless you’ve left cups out scattered around the house.”

    This is the price I pay for showing a little initiative.

    I wonder what Cheryl would write if she had a web log?

  • Missing you.

    “Mommy, I want Cory to sleep over again sometime.”
    “Well Beth, I’m not sure Cory likes sleeping over here.”
    “Why mommy?”
    “I think he may miss his mommy and daddy too much.”
    “Why? When I sleep over at Memmay and Peppey’s house I don’t miss you guys.”

    “John, I could use some help right now.”
    “Yeah, I just wanted to write something down really quick.”

    Another example of a child’s enduring love for their parents.

  • Flood recovery.

    The last remaining vestiges of the great family room flood are gone. Forty or so square feet of carpet and padding is gone. In it’s place rests brand new, self adhesive, square, fake ceramic, laminate tile. Yes, it is everything it sounds like and more. No, there is no danger of my becoming the spokesperson for Armstrong laminate tile.

    In a move that was designed solely to shock my wife, I finished the flooring and did our taxes in a single afternoon. Cheryl’s faith in the natural order of things has been shattered. My only mistake was in showing just what I am capable of doing in a single afternoon. That kind of information should be held back in the even of an emergency. You can’t put that genie back in the bottle. Expectations are a heavy burden, and I’ve unwittingly upped the ante.

    What a fool I’ve been.