Last year our daughter’s school suggested testing for intelligence. They offered to test her to determine if it would be appropriate to place her in the Gifted Program. Cheryl was all for it. I wasn’t so sure.
How much harm does it do a child to be labeled? Does it matter if the label is good or bad? Is the end result the same? Are expectations placed on someone that may not be…
There was a time when I told Beth to leave the T.V. on. We were listening to a digital cable music channel, so Beth felt that the T.V. was unnecessary (the sound was going through our stereo at the time). Our discussion went something like this…
“Beth, what are you doing?”
“I’m just going to turn the T.V. off.”
“Beth, I don’t want you to turn the…
This morning I have been a husband possessed. I’ve been running around doing housework like someone with another X chromosome. (OOH is that going to fetch me a slap!) So for the first time in the brief history of the Kauffman household, version 2.2 (I don’t ever get tired of that one), I beat my bride to the drier alarm. Before Cheryl could even sigh, I was in the laundry room…
“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…
The other night Beth was coming out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped tightly around her chest. This new found modesty was a little refreshing, so of course we had to say something about it. Beth’s reply was a little odd: “I don’t want anyone to see my nickels.”
“NICKELS? What are you doing with nickels under your towel?” I replied.
“What…
More than any other body part, my feet dictate when I am comfortable. When my feet are hot, I am hot. When they are not… you get the picture. Nothing is worse than a pair of socks with a misaligned seam. That damn thing will drive me far crazier than any idiot on the highway. A similar dynamic has ruled out a whole category of footware. When I was young I could not stand flip-flops (you may…
My wife wants me to spend New Years Day at Bush Gardens. Yes, that’s right… she wants me to spend quality time with my family while the Gators play in a bowl game… the last college football game featuring the Gators for another nine months. Apparently she’s holding me to something I said two days ago. Allegedly I told her that I didn’t mind going to Bush Gardens. But…