- I will not insert bigfoot and flying saucers into my readings from the bible just to make it “more interesting.”
- I will not teach my son that mooning is considered a polite greeting in Papua New Guinea.
- I will not teach my son that burping aloud is ok when you turn it into a word. .
- I will not consistently offer that the sound of my own fart was actually that of a rare “barking spider.”
- I will not fart on my son.
- I will not teach my son the ancient rubric “Why fart and waste it, when you can burp and taste it.”
- Apparently it is NOT ok for him to have a mohawk when he attends a private upscale catholic school.
- Peanut butter and Hershey’s Chocolate Milk mix is not an acceptable substitute for a healthy sandwich.
- I will not teach my son to forgive the fat bully kid on his basketball team for being such a dickwad by patting him on the shoulder and saying “It’s ok, being adopted must be hard.”
- I will not laugh uncontrollably when my son shoots himself in the finger, point blank, with the compressed air nerf-pellet gun I told him he couldn’t play with.
- I will not convince my son, over the period of one year, through subtle ‘slips’ and through stories of his ‘difficult capture and hair removal surgery’ that he’d started life as a monkey.
- Or a girl.
- I will not wait until we are deep into a forest trail to talk about how people who get pythons from pet stores secretly release them into the forest preserves when they get too big.
- There is no such thing as being able to kill someone with a single touch.
- You’re best friend is NOT a ninja ‘in hiding’.
- You are NOT ‘every once in a while’ possessed by the devil.
- The TV remote will NOT work on the neighbor’s set ‘if you try hard.’
Saturday, May 19, 2012
The Bad Parent's Apologetic Manifesto and/or To-Do List
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