I win the award for worst dad in the world today. I’m home on Wednesday’s, and Gretchen is working. I woke up feeling like death on a biscuit, so I turned on PBS, plopped peanut in front of the TV, and slept on the couch all morning. I need a “world’s worst dad” coffee mug.
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world's worst dad
michael
june 6:42 pm on 21 March 2007 Permalink
Relax. I felt like death on a biscuit for about 9 months (due to peanut #2) and plopped older peanut in front of the tube almost every day. Now that I think about it, I do remember feeling absolutely horrid about that and I recruited various friends to come play with him out in the back yard from time to time.
One day of PBS shall not rot your daughter’s brain. She’ll probably just learn her ABC’s sooner.
Sharolyn 7:40 pm on 21 March 2007 Permalink
If she can still get into Stanford, I say you’re okay.
So, what was the letter of the day, anyway?
‘Hope you feel better!
Morphea 8:54 am on 22 March 2007 Permalink
Honestly, I think those “World’s best/#1 Dad/Mom/Grandma” mugs are tewtelly lame anyway.
Cerise
Kevan 8:08 am on 23 March 2007 Permalink
Found the perfect mug for ya. :)
Morphea 8:42 am on 23 March 2007 Permalink
Ta-DAAAAA!
Nice going, Kevan.
Cerise