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A Day at The Museum

I took the kids to the Museum of Natural History and Science and they had a great time learning about science, exploring and African jungle and seeing the dinosaur fossils. N couldn't get enough of seeing the pterodactyl bones hanging from the ceiling.

The museum had a showing of "A Christmas Carol" in the IMAX theater. We decided to partake. Bad move. Although the 3D animation was stunning, the movie was way too intense for the kids. They were terrified for most of the movie and the 19th century British dialogue didn't add to the film's appeal.

The kids spent most of the movie cuddled under my arms. I didn't mind because I was glad that they felt safe in Daddy's arms.

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Old Voice

KayEm was under the weather today and was hoarse. The kids were away at their grandparent's house and hadn't heard he speak since yesterday. When they heard her voice they were taken aback at how deep it sounded.

"Mommy," said Nee. "What happened to you?"

"I lost my voice," KayEm said.

"How did you lose your voice?" asked N.

"Sometimes when you're sick, you lose your voice," KayEm say.

"Mommy," replied N. "I like your old voice much better."

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Thanksgiving Dinner

As my son, N, and I were returning to my mother's house after visiting a friend, he asked me a question.

"Daddy, when are we going to have our Thanksgiving dinner?"

"We've already eaten our Thanksgiving meal," I said. We had just eaten around 2 p.m.

"We haven't eaten dinner," he said. "That was lunch. On Thanksgiving, we're supposed to have a big dinner with turkey and dressing and pumpkin pie."

"N," I said. "We have eaten our big meal for the day. Although it wasn't at our normal dinner time, that was our Thanksgiving dinner." N sat quietly in the backseat pondering the things I had just told him. After several minutes of thinking, he finally had a response.

"So does that mean I can have cake for dinner?"

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Little Turkey - Part IV

The little turkey shirt made it's triumphant return today. X had to wear it to his Thanksgiving party at his preschool. After one wash the shirt has shrank into a bare midriff shirt - not a good look for a little boy. KayEm had to double-shirt him so he would be presentable at school.

Now the hard part will be getting him to take off the little turkey shirt. I wonder how much candy it will take to bribe him.

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Goldfish Up The Nose

I called KayEm to update her on the status of our Comcast outage (FAIL). We chatted for a few moments before she went silent.
 
"X," she finally said. "Get your finger out of your nose." I heard her make some noises in the background and then she told me that she'd call me back.
 
She called back about 30 minutes later and did not sound like a happy camper.
 
"Do you know what your son did?" she asked. "He stuffed a Goldfish (the cracker, not the animal) up his nose." For the next few minutes, she explained how she had to surgically extracting the half-eaten cracker out of the toddler's nostril.
 
"I didn't see anything in his nose when I pulled his finger away so I asked him if he had stuck a Goldfish in his nose. He said 'Yes' and pointed to his nostil. When I finally found it and pulled it out, he had the nerve to try and eat it," KayEm said.
 
Days like this make me glad that I'm not the stay-at-home parent.
 

Daddy Baff

My 2-year-old son, X, is an avid sports fan. But lately he's taken up a new spectator sport - Daddy Baff.
 
Whenever I step into the shower, he darts into the bathroom to watch. I feel like a celebrity as he stands on the other side of the plexiglass chanting, "Daddy baff! Daddy baff!"
 
Sometimes he grows tired of being a spectator and tries to become a participant.
 
"Help Daddy baff," he says as he opens the shower door and tries to step inside.
 
"No, thank you, buddy," I say pushing him out. "Daddy doesn't need any help."
 
Although disappointed, he never presses any further. He simply reverts to cheerleading mode: "Daddy baff! Daddy baff!"
 
I'm going to have to start locking my bathroom door.