Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Math Homework is for Suckers

Me: “Jonah, bring me your backpack and let’s do that math homework!”

Jonah (9) wanders around for a while somewhat aimlessly, but really he’s making a beeline to his Legos so he can finish his latest blocky masterpiece.

Me: “Jonah! Homework! Now. Please.”

I stroll back to his room and say the same thing over again, though a little less like “patient Dad who loves his children more than he likes breathing” and more like “slightly grumpy Dad who wants to get on with life this evening.”

As I’m walking back to the kitchen he yells out: “Um. I left my Math homework at school.”

Reha to Carrie in the kitchen: “Dad’s gonna kill him.”

I get back to the kitchen and through gritted teeth say: “I’m gonna kill him.”

Seriously, sometimes our lives really are like a sitcom.

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