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Family

Surgery Update

Yesterday I had my the splint on my arm removed at long last. It’s been replaced by a brace that is a 100% improvement over the splint; mainly, because my wrist and forearm are now freer to “move about the cabin.” I’m supposed to keep the brace in the locked position anytime I’m not doing certain range-of-motion exercises or my upcoming PT. Once I can straighten my arm(about 5-6 weeks), I can ditch the brace. Then, it’s another 20 or so weeks of PT until I’m back to normal.

I mentioned to the surgeon (even showed him the post) about my answer to his question. He was actually pretty amused and tickled that I did so and he took the time to talk about the whole thing a bit more. It was an interesting conversation. I may have some more on it later this weekend.

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Family

An Answer to the Doc’s Question

Last week, while awaiting my turn in the pre-op area, the surgeon came, along with some anesthesiologists, to perform their pre-op prep, rituals and so forth. When he was done, he asked me a question of the form “So, what do I have to do to be like a stay-at-home Dad?”

My gut-reaction answer that I gave at the time was a flippant one: stay at home. He was obviously disappointed at the answer and the conversation quickly moved on from there. Fortunately for him (well- maybe) the question stuck with me and I resolved myself to try and answer it and write it up here. After all, what the heck good is this place if I don’t use it?

So to start, I’ve come to the conclusion that my flippant answer was, and is, the pithy one. After all, what greater difference is their between an at-home Dad and the working Dad than the amount of time available to spend with our kids? Thus, the question I’ll attempt to answer is what advantages that an at-home Dad’s time affords to them can a working Dad benefit from?

Breaking things down further, I’d say the two main advantages are practice at dealing with the every day trials of parenting and a better understanding of who their kids are. I’ll add that, it’s not quite that cut and dried because the former feeds the latter, which in turn influences the former. That is, resolving the various problems your kids will present affords an at-home parent a better understanding of their kid’s personality. This, in turns feeds back into how you’ll deal with them. Take a breath (and a drink), rinse, repeat.

Obviously, there isn’t much that can be substituted for time in getting to know your kids. But, there are some more general things that can be gleaned from the experience of dealing with kids on an almost constant basis.

For one, don’t be afraid to be a jerk when it’s warranted. Kids are unreasonable; they have only the barest understanding of logic. Mainly, they are concerned with their own interests and will act to satisfy them. Their quest will inevitably lead them astray and it’s your duty to make sure you call them out on it. If that means no desert, the no desert it shall be. Don’t be influenced by a misplaced sense of guilt because you don’t want to taint the small slice of time you’ve got with them, or you’re “too tired.”

For another, don’t worry about what other parents think. In general, I’ve found that other parents have a lot of sympathy for a parent that is willing to discipline their child in public. There is a difference between “kids being kids” and kids stepping over a line. Most parents are in general agreement about those lines and chances are, if the behavior has crossed a line for you then so too has it been crossed for others. Besides, a child should understand that behavioral limits apply everywhere, not just at home. They will exploit and push those limits further and further if so allowed.

Talk with other parents about kids, but not just the “Yeah, Johnny’s doing hockey and Sally’s doing dance” type stuff. Rather, mention that “Man, the little brat’s been talking back to me constantly lately.” Guaranteed, you will be astounded at how often you’ll get “Yeah- mine have been doing the same thing. We’ve tried ‘x’ and ‘y’, but, finally, settled on ‘z'” for an answer. Talking with other parents is the number one way to find out that you are not, in fact, the-worst-parent-in-the-world-with-the-only-kid-doing-something-and-surely-it’s-because-of-something-I’m-doing. Other parents are a great resource for alternative approaches and information in general. Mine them for it.

Don’t be afraid to lose your squash for effect. Just don’t over do it. If you’re constantly blowing up at your kids, you should probably be getting help anyway. What’s more, you’ll desensitize them to a potent weapon- your temper. Kids, rightly, fear a parent’s wrath. If used as a once-in-a-while kind of thing, impressions can be lasting and for the better. Just be sure that you’re in control of yourself and that it’s 90% acting. Most important, when it’s done, it’s done. Do not hold a grudge; do not stalk around for 5 minutes; do not rub their nose in it. Move on like it never happened.

As much as possible, don’t let them manipulate you. Generally speaking, when pre-K and above kids start to either cry, whine, say “It’s not fair”, skulk, or start negotiating, they are trying to manipulate you. These situations crop up everywhere: they don’t like the sandwich they got for lunch, or they want to spend “5 more minutes” playing with their friends, or they don’t want to go to bed, or whatever. When you ask them to do something, make sure they do it. It’s just asking for problems later once they really can use logic against you.

Make them perform a learned skill, like tying their shoes. When time is of the essence, there’s nothing worse than a fight over “Get your shoes on” or “Zip up your jacket” or whatever. Kids love to all of a sudden sabotage their efforts and force their parents to do it for them (the DOA attack). Depending on the stubbornness of the child and your own consistency in dealing with them, it may only take a few times before they will start doing it on their own. If you have to, allow an extra 10 or 15 minutes so there is no time crunch.

The last item I’ll mention is, take time to observe your kids. How do they play? What worlds do they create? Do they always do the same thing? How do they react to similar things at different times? Watch their facial expressions and their body language when they’re with friends. You can learn much about them this way that can lead to better efforts at helping them grow-up.

In the end, there are no magic bullets to parenting. There’s no one way to handle a cranky child; no one technique that will allow them to learn a new skill; no line of reasoning that will make them like vegetables or school. Mainly, there’s not giving up on your own efforts at parenting. All parents make mistakes, the best we can do is own up to them and move on.

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The Lass is not a Morning Person

Presumably, someday, she will have kids of her own. Possibly a daughter. There will come a day where she will come to the realization that her daughter is not a morning person either.

When that day comes, I will show her this post. And smile.

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Football

Tebow Handled This One Right

Tim Tebow had no problem with Detroit Lions linebacker Stephen Tulloch striking the prayerful pose known as “Tebowing” after sacking him last week.

Tebow said he figures Tulloch was just having fun, not mocking him or his Christian faith by participating in the phenomenon that’s become an Internet sensation.

The article then quickly dives into the 2nd year QB’s embattled last couple of games. I don’t think he has a future as a pro quarterback. In fact, I never thought he had a future as a pro QB. I think his current tenure is so the Bronco’s can say to their fanbase “Look you all saw it, we gave him plenty of time and he can’t do it.” Basically, it’s damage control.

Still, in this particular case, it’s refreshing to see a guy take the simple attitude of “Hey man, it’s a game. Stuff happens, no big deal.” There are too many self-proclaimed victims, particularly in sports (Lebron James, Terrell Owens) in general and Tebow could’ve very easily taken that path. He didn’t and “Good for him” I says. Hell, society in general could stand to use that attitude more.

Unfortunately for him, it takes more than good attitude to make an NFL QB.

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Misc

From the Annals of ‘It Can Always Be Worse’

Whoo boy:

A nine-year-old Florida girl is facing four felony charges after she allegedly threw a tantrum yesterday on a school bus, spit on the driver, threw rocks at the bus, and tossed a patio chair at a cop, who she warned, “I will f***in kill you!”

With the caveat that this could be the result of some kind of medical condition (not betting on it), here’s the logical result of poor parenting. Two possibilities: a) her parents are never around, or b) she’s behaving just like her parents do in that situation. Either way, massive parental failure. Based on the article, I’ll go with ‘a’ since the only mention of the parents is that she was released to them.

Note the problem is not that she, clearly, has a temper. The problem is that once it got going she lacked the self-control to either reign it in, or temper it. There’s really only one place a child can pick that up- a parent(s). Either from watching a parent get mad and then not going thermonuclear on everything within reach; or, from having a parent correct them when the child starts to go off.

I’ll also add that, IMHO, this was pretty much the worst possible way to deal with her tantrum. When kids lose it this way, I believe their’s an emotional gratification component when the response is highly dramatized, with more drama providing more satisfaction on an emotional level. In my own experience, the best responses are stone cold calm. Not that it’s easy, and I don’t blame the officer for how he was forced to deal with a bad situation.

At any rate, something to make the rest of us fumbling parents feel a bit better about our own efforts.

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Family

Lessons Learned- A Little Late

The Mom comments on my previous post:

WHEN IT happens, just ask him to leave the room … maybe that will reinforce your request … it never seemed to work with the three of you, but your grandfather made his DISGUST very plain and evident … so, maybe you need ‘grandparent’ or ‘adult’ intervention – to drive the point home!!

I have a distinctly different memory, particularly where “it never seemed to work with the three of you” is concerned. My recollection is that we were, in fact very careful not to be rude in our parents company, or any company in general, quite frankly. Excepting the occasional slip. Amongst ourselves, we were more relaxed about our behavior.

Not only did our Grandfather express disgust, but so did our parents. Repeatedly, without exception. In fact, it never even occurred to me that my parents did find some humor in it until I was a teenager and my siblings and I were past the point of being shamed for it in our house.

I think this points up a mistake on the Wife and my part regarding our kids. It’s an example of kids’ ability to grasp “black and white” versus “shades of gray.” It’s also an example of those situations where as a parent you choose to do things differently than they were done to you. In this case, it was a matter of “What’s the big deal?”

Well, “the big deal” is that the kids haven’t lived long enough to develop the self-control being asked of them. They’ve found that farts and belching are funny not just to them, but to Mom and Dad as well. Rather than grasping the nuances of when it might be tolerable, they’re less inhibited because there’s always the chance the Mom and Dad will find it funny as well.

Had we been rigorous in condemning the behavior from the start, it likely wouldn’t even be an issue worth writing 2 blog posts about. And, to be clear, we do condemn the behavior (especially now that the horse is out of the barn); but there have been situations where we didn’t and we chose to be relaxed and have a laugh about it with the kids. It doesn’t take much for the barn door to get thrown open.

So sometimes it does pay to be a hardass as a parent. Doing so gives kids clear, unambiguous indicators of the behavior that is expected of them. When they grow-up a bit, they’ll figure out on their own that life isn’t quite so rigid. And what’s more, they’ll be more capable of handling the realization responsibly.

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Family

The Talk

The boy has been exhibiting certain behaviors of late that both the Wife and I, the Wife more so, have been trying to correct. Unfortunately, we haven’t had as much success addressing the issue as we’d like, so yesterday I sat the boy down and had the following conversation with him.

Me: Look, I’m not really sure how to say this, so I’ll just be blunt, OK? Burping and farting are two of the funniest things there are. Possibly the funniest.

the boy: (starts giggling)

Me: (continuing with straight face) There’s just something about those two things that make them hysterical. There’s no point in me denying that simple truth.

In fact, my brother and I used to have farting contests growing up.

the boy: (still laughing) Who would win?

Me: Sometimes he would win, sometimes I would. But they were always hilarious, regardless of which of us was the better farter.

the boy: You mean like, who had the stinkiest?

Me: The stinkiest, the loudest, the most, whatever you can think of.

But that’s not really what’s important. The point is, I’ve fouled my fair share of air and am in a tough position getting upset about the occasional fart or belch in my presence.

But, you have to understand that there’s a time for burping and farting, and a time to be discrete about it.

the boy: (talking through a large grin) What do you mean?

Me: I mean there are a lot of times when its not appropriate behavior. When you’re with your friends, hanging out, whatever, I mean, OK go for it. When there aren’t any parents around, sure. What’s the harm, right?

But when you’re around family and other adults, it’s really an impolite thing to do and you should excuse yourself or try to keep it quiet.

the boy : You mean like an SBD?

Me: (grinning) Sort of- if they don’t stink you’re fine, but if they do then everyone will know you did it anyway. And you can never be sure when they will or won’t stink. The idea is to be discreet and either go to the bathroom or something, do your business, and then come back. You can try to sneak them out, but if someone says something funny you’ll end up laughing and it’ll blast outta there, so that’s kind of risky. So, it’s best to just quietly excuse yourself, you don’t even have to tell anyone why you’re going. Just go and do it and then come back when you’re done. No harm no foul. Well, sort of.

the boy: Did your sister used to fart?

Me: (grinning) Well, I can’t really speak for her, but you could ask her on the sly the next time you see her, OK?

the boy: (nods, grinning)

Me: Anyway, so around the dinner table, or during family activities, it really is impolite and you need be better about it, OK?

the boy: (still grinning) OK, Dad.

All in all, I thought it went pretty well.

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Misc

First Snow

It ended up not being the big event originally forecast for our area. The heavy stuff fell well to our West. None the less, it is the “First Snow” of the season (even though it’s still early Fall!) and it was record breaking as well.

The first 2 pics are from earlier this morning before the stuff on the trees had melted.

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Family

The Lass’ Smart Mouth

Kids with pent up energy stuck in a car for any length of time are a time bomb. It’s simply a matter of the “how” and “to what degree” that need be answered. For us, on the way back from hockey shopping, the answer was “inappropriate behavior in the car” and “not that bad”, respectively.

The inappropriate behavior consisted of well, something that’s hard to explain in the limited (ahem) space of a blog. It was inappropriate, I can assure you. In fact, it was that very quality that started me off on a mini-rant which ended with me asking “Why would you two do that? On what planet do you think it’s OK to behave that way?”

The lass didn’t miss a beat: “Pluto?” she asked.

All I can say is it really sucks when you’ve got a good case of righteousness brewing, only to have the heat turned off so suddenly like that. The boy smirked so hard I was afraid I’d half to give him the Heimlich. The Wife put her hand over her mouth and kept her eyes focused straight out in front of us. She was no good for backup. Even I broke smile. Dammit.

I took a moment to compose myself, then I told her she’d be going to bed early for her smart mouth. And not knowing that Pluto isn’t a planet.

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Misc

Bits and Pieces

The inconvenience of my recovery is coming into sharper focus now, and it’s more annoying than I’d thought. I won’t say losing 99% of the service of your off-arm is the worst thing, but consider the following challenges:

  • Can’t put on socks easily
  • Can’t tie shoes easily, if at all
  • I need help putting on shirts
  • Can’t type, really. This means little, if any, coding and blogging takes several times longer than normal
  • Can’t really wield a knife while eating; can’t support a plate with off arm
  • Not supposed to drive

Basically, everything is harder. And not just a little. Again, I’m not saying “worst circumstances ever”, but I definitely underestimated the situation.

It snowed Thursday night. It’s supposed to snow about 6 inches plus tonight. Welcome to Winter! Fall, we hardly knew thee! So we’ll likely go from setting record highs earlier in the month, to record monthly snowfall. And we’re supposed to trust expert judgment about the climate 100 years from now. Whatever.

Trick-or-treating was fun for the kids last night. Cold as well. The boy went as a vampire and the lass as a black cat. They scored plenty of loot. They’ve been offering me their Rieses Peanut Butter Cups. The lass also offered me one of her Kit Kats, another good one. They’ve still got Monday as well. It’s supposed to be cold again, but not like the last couple of days.

That’s all for now. Perhaps I’ll try again later today.

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Family

Percocet Blogging

WOO HOO!

I can control my fingers and arm! WOO HOO!

Not much pain to this point. WOO HOO!

Still pecking at keyboard with one hand. WOO HOO!

Oh wait…

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Family

Back- But Not in the Saddle

Back home from the surgery. Everything went fine, except I can’t feel my left arm due to the nerve block. My arm might as well be a piece of wood. Well I also haven’t eaten since dinner yesterday. My requests for Five Guys were summarily denied.

I pecked this out using one hand and have little desire to do so again. Back tomorrow, perhaps.

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Family

A Surprise Phone Call

I was out last night, so the Wife took the call some time around 8:30. She was expecting it to be a family member. But the caller ID revealed a surprise: the lass’ kindergarten teacher.

I don’t recall any kind of phone call for the boy when he was in kindergarten, and it’s possible that this was a new thing for the teacher. Regardless, the lass’ teacher called to let us how impressed she was with the lass. In fact, the lass apparently offered up a “first” for the teacher.

The kids have various jobs in the class: feeding the birds, feeding the fish, setting up the calendar, line leader and so forth. The lass’ job last week was to feed the birds. Apparently, the lass took it upon herself to arrange with one of the other girls in the class to feed the birds this past Friday since the lass knew she wasn’t going to be in school to do it. The teacher explained that in all her years of teaching, she’d never had a student do that before.

More generally, the Wife said that it was a good thing the lass wasn’t there to hear the conversation. She would have been insufferable after all the praise she received from the teacher.

It’s enough to make me wonder if she didn’t have our daughter confused with another child.

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Family

The Next Generation

So the boy got a bit of a treat, courtesy the brother yesterday. Someday, if he remembers, he may even come to appreciate the opportunity for just how unique it was. He got to go out on the 50-yard line of the game during halftime while the brother was honored with his jersey being retired.

We started up in the stands and the boy was plenty curious about the game. He wanted to know which team he was supposed to root for; what endzone they were trying to score in; how long the game was and on and on. He maintained interest until one of his cousins started playing Angry Birds on a cell-phone. Hard to compete with that I suppose.

But with about 10 minutes to go in the 2nd quarter, I told him that there was going to be a surprise. He immediately wanted to know what it was, but I just smiled and said it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told him. He tried a couple of guesses, but I wouldn’t acknowledge his guesses and he gave up trying.

The media guy came up to get us with about 5 minutes remaining in the half. In this case, “us” consisted of myself, the sister, the Mom and Dad, the brother’s fiancee, the boy, a former teammate and a current football buddy. As we walked down to the stairs that would let us on the field, the boy turned and asked with a smile “Is this the surprise?” I nodded in reply.

So we stood on the home sidelines waiting for the half to end. There were pictures taken and handshakes and high-fives and all. The team mascot strutted by and stopped to give the boy a high-five. But mainly, he kept a low-profile, preferring to watch and take it all in. I suggested he turn around and look up at the stands (probably about 30,000 in attendance), but he wouldn’t lift his head to do so. Instead, he just turned with a sheepish grin and instead looked at my boots.

I asked him if he was having fun, but he apparently didn’t want to say anything either. Just more sheepish grins. He was watching the long-snapper warm-up and the players mingle around the bench in front of us. My brother and I are pretty good sized, but I tend to think the players must have looked larger than life to him all suited up.

Then the moment finally arrived. As we started to walk out, I had to nudge him a little as he dragged his feet. But right around the numbers, he saw his uncle leading the way and became more comfortable. There were some brief introductions and he heard his name announced on the loudspeaker; that resulted in a big grin on his face as he turned to look up at me. Then they were playing highlights from the brother’s career on the jumbo-tron, finishing with a live shot of us standing behind him on the field as he was presented with his framed playing jersey.

The whole thing ended with the brother holding up his framed jersey for the stands as the crowd gave him an ovation for time well-served. As we were walking back to the sidelines, I looked around a little wondering if this would be the last time I’d be on a field. When we got back to the sidelines, I said “You know, when you’re out there playing, you don’t even notice the people in the stands. You’re just worried about your teammates and the guys across the ball from you. What do you think, you want to be back out there someday?”

Another wordless grin. And then, a little nod of his head.

Then it was my turn to smile.

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Family

An Inconvenient Injury

At this point, everyone who might have been upset to learn this sort of news from the web in a blog post, instead of from me directly, knows. So I can post this bit of personal news without fear of repercussion.

A couple Monday’s ago, I tore one of the biceps tendons in my left arm doing chin-ups before my martial arts class. I’ve had a personal goal of being able to do 20 at a shot and I’ve been working at it about 5 years now. I’m not built to do chin-ups/ pull-ups (long arms and heavy), but I’ve made good progress. I’d reached 15 at one point over the Summer.

Anyway, I felt the grinding in my elbow on the first rep. I stopped and walked around a bit trying to get a measure of whether it was an injury or if I’d just tweaked something. I went back to try it again, but could only make it about 3/4 the way up before the pain stopped me. Even so, I didn’t realize something more was afoot until the next day when I noticed numbness in my forearm (due to swelling in the area, according to the orthopedic guy) and an inability to tense the muscles in my upper arm. I also can’t turn my forearm in the palm-up direction with any strength.

So next Wednesday I’ll be having surgery to repair the injury. I’ll basically be useless for about 2-3 months afterwards. The first month of recovery will be dedicated just to regaining the full range of motion in my arm. I won’t be able to pick up anything heavier than a cell phone. The full recovery schedule is 6 months if there are no complications.

Suffice it to say, the timing couldn’t have been much worse. I won’t be able to finish the cutting a chopping cord wood; nor plow and shovel snow; nor (easily) haul wood in to feed our fireplace; nor do pretty much anything that requires 2 functional arms.

About the only thing I’ll be able to continue normally with is managing the kids. Though, I won’t be surprised if they decide to test Dad to see if they can get away with a little more. They’ll only make that mistake once.

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Family

Congrats to My Brother

My brother played college football. But his was not an ordinary career. He was an offensive lineman at a major Division I-A program. He started getting playing time as a sophomore and was a full-time starter for 3 straight years. He played pretty much every position on the line and played with enough competence to be given 1st team All-League honors two years in a row, both times he was a unanimous choice (meaning all the other teams selected him as a 1st teamer). His final year, he was a consensus All-American, being named to (I believe) 2 different All-American teams.

The lone blemish on his career came in his final game, a bowl game. He injured his knee during a pass-block and his career was ultimately cut short as a direct result. Even so, he spent 2 years trying to make it through the injury as a pro, playing for the reformed Cleveland Browns (I believe Butch Davis was still the coach at the time).

Today, his alma mater is retiring his jersey during a halftime ceremony at the game. Since there are only so many numbers available to offensive lineman, they don’t retire numbers, just the jersey. It’s basically the highest honor a college football player can attain to at his school.

So congratulations little brother, on having an uncommonly outstanding football career recognized as such.

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Politics

Total Freedom

Glenn Reynolds links to an article about the protesters in Zuccotti Park. It’s an interesting read.

Freedom is a tough concept. Clearly, these people think that they themselves should be free to do whatever they wish on an individual basis. But they fail to recognize that “freedom” doesn’t just mean “freedom for me.” It’s also “freedom for thee.” So who really has the “right” to tell the drummers to stop drumming? Or the “authority” to collect a “tax” from the tips the drummers bring in? Who can setup a tent and where?

You can sense the cognitive dissonance of the protesters as they campaign to overthrow government, whilst they self-organize to try and maintain and enforce order on themselves to keep the protests going. The lessons are there to be learned if the protesters weren’t so ideologically blinkered.

Turns out, maintaining a civil society isn’t so easy. Who knew?

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Family

Travel Trials

We’ve had a minor improvement in our travels with the kids. They don’t ask “Are we there yet?” every 5th minute or so anymore.

Instead, they ask if we’re in a certain state yet, or if we’ve reached “the toll booth” yet, or if we’re “at the long bridge” yet. Then, when all of their travel milestones and landmarks have been passed, they ask if “we’re there” yet.

Actually, it’s really not much of an improvement at all.

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Football

Speaking of Idiots…

Watching the Arizona-UCLA football game and both teams just had a mini-brawl. Arizona’s bench actually cleared and stormed the field. Fortunately, the refs and coaches got the situation under control quickly and it fizzled as quickly as it started.

But one of Arizona’s best players was ejected as a result and they were showing footage of him laughing it off on the sideline. My guess it he won’t be laughing once the coaches are done with him.

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Family

“I’m an idiot”

This is a phrase I use all the time. For instance, I’ll go upstairs to change clothes and in the process toss the wallet on the bed. Then I’ll finish changing and head downstairs, forgetting about the wallet. So when I have to head out, I have wander around wondering where it is before I recall I forgot it on the bed. Idiot.

Or if I’m driving, and do something like miss a turn. Now I’ve got to turn around and head back, or figure out another way. Idiot.

Or if I’ve taken something apart to fix it and then started the reassembly process. Then I realize I’ve forgotten a piece, or put something together wrong and now need to break it all down again and start all over. Idiot.

The bottom line is, I make mistakes all the time and I chastise myself and then move on.

But it was a little jarring to hear the boy say “I’m such an idiot” while playing his video game. Clearly, the phrase and usage he’s picked up from me. The concern is, I don’t know if he really thinks he’s an idiot, or if he’s just chastising himself like I do myself. My sense is he’s just parroting me, without any real intent behind it.

Even so, I don’t like hearing him say it.