Monday, 16 April 2018

Kids Say the Darndest Things

As the father of a very sassy 4 year old, I get to have some strange conversations with her. Ranging from conversations about why bears are grumpy to lengthy discussions about the merits of keeping snails as pets, she surprises me every day with her wit and straightforward logic. I recently celebrated my birthday and, as a gift from her, she "baked" me a cupcake. In reality it was just a small toy cup filled with dirt and had twigs as candles and leaves as decoration. My conversation with her went as follows:

Tahlia: Papa, I made you a cupcake for your birthday!
Me: Thank you! It looks awesome! I can't wait to eat it!
Tahlia: You can't eat it, it's dirt!
Me: ........


As a result of our unusual conversations, I started wondering if there were other parents with the same experiences. A quick Google search revealed that, while my kid was definitely the cutest girl on the planet (I'm her father, deal with it) she was not the only kid surprising her parents with the weird things she comes up with. Herewith some of the best examples I have found....


1. Little girl with a wild imagination.
A few months back my wife showed a picture of herself to our 3-year-old daughter. In the picture my wife is about 7 years old. “Do you know who this is?”
Daughter: (gasps) “That’s me when I’m bigger!”
I love that she thought this was actually possible.

2. The simple logic of children.
My son when he was 6: “Dad, can we get a cat?” Me: “Your Mom is allergic to cats, so no.” My Son: “When Mom dies can we get a cat?” Me: “Sure.”

3. Sometimes, you have to set your mom straight.
This morning, my wife told my 3-year-old daughter that owls were nocturnal. My daughter responded, “Yes, owls are not turtles.”

4. A boy who is wise beyond his years.
My 4-year-old is currently singing a song he made up himself. He only has a chorus that goes “You can’t soooooolve Mississippi’s problems.”

5. Filter-less children.
Son and I are playing catch. I have a terrible throw that sails over his head. I say, “Sorry, that was a bad throw.” He stops, gives me a kind look and says, “No daddy, that was a wonderful throw.” Then takes 2 steps towards getting the ball. He stops again, turns back around and says, “When we say something nice, even when we don’t mean it at all, that’s called being polite, right?”

6. Any time a kid says “penis” it’s funny.
My four-year-old son was in the bathroom with the door closed.
I knocked and said, “What’s going on in there?”
His reply: “Nothing, it’s just me and my penis.”

7. A boy who simply loves nipples.
I was putting my son to bed when he was about 5, and after the bedtime story, right when I was tucking him in and turning out the light, he said “Nipples. I love ’em. What about you?” with this totally serious expression. It took major effort to remain composed and try to make it look like I was taking his question seriously.

8. A smart-ass little girl.
My little sister was at the doctor’s office for her annual check up–she had to be somewhere around 3. The nurse was asking all the standard coordination type questions–touch your nose, put your hands up, jump, etc. Being a healthy capable little devil, she’s doing everything fine. Then, the nurse says, “stand on one foot.” My little sister looks at the nurse, looks down, and hesitates. Then she walks over and stands on one of the nurse’s feet.

9. Why are kids so clever?
My cousin’s daughter’s response to “I love you,” was “I love me too” for the longest time.

10. A truly frightening mispronunciation.
While waiting in line to get her picture taken with Santa I was giving my 2-year-old daughter pieces of popcorn one at a time as a snack. I must have been a little slow with my delivery and she shouted “MORE COCKPORN DADDY” at the top of her lungs. It was awesome.

11. A boy on salad.
I was on the phone with my wife discussing dinner plans and my 7-year-old informed us that “salad is ruining my life.”

12. When kids take things too literally.
I try to make it a point to take about 10 min at the end of each evening to help my daughter straighten up her room.
After a particularly rough day, I sat down on the floor of her room to help her sort thru her dolls and I had muttered “I really don’t have the juice for this tonight…”
My daughter left the room and returned a few minutes later with a cup of apple juice for me.

13. Overheard: children talking in a first grade classroom.
Overheard in a first grade classroom:
“Well when my Mom and Dad practice wrestling I get to eat a whole bowl of ice cream and watch whatever movie I want!!!”
That was a fun one!

14. When life gives you lemons…
I gave my son a timeout from swords, light sabers, guns and (Thor) hammers due to him being too violent/aggressive. After about 10 minutes of quiet, I went to check on him and found him building w/ his Legos.
After I told him that I was proud of him for listening, I asked him what he was building. He told me he was building an ultimate Lego weapon so that he could destroy me.
I think he may have missed the point, but at least he’s persistent.

15. Another case of filter-less children.
My three-year-old niece is a great little girl, and she has a firm grip on the rules… So much so that she walks around repeating them from time to time. Usually it’s pretty mundane things like, “be careful around [her baby sister’s name]” or simply “don’t be mad.”
The unprompted sharing of the rules is pretty cute, but it is really great when some of the more private rules come out while eating dinner or walking in the store, like “only daddy says god damnit” or “don’t stick your fingers in your butt.”

16. A very picky trick-or-treater.
My son just turned two and is barely saying complete words. On Halloween we took him trick-or-treating and when someone would hold out their hand with candy, he would inspect it and if he didn’t care for what the candy was, he would look up and say ” no thank you” and then start towards the next house. It was hilarious.

17. Reaction to the first time she was asked to pee in a cup.
Not my son, but when I was a little kid, I had to pee in a cup at the doctor’s office. It was my fist time doing it, so my mom helped me. After I peed into it, I said to her, “I don’t have to drink it, do I?”

18. Kids just say the darndest things.
While driving on the interstate with my 2.5 year old in the back seat: “Any idiots out today, dad?”
Also, my wife was in the elevator with my son at work once, and a Sikh with a thick beard got on. My son pointed at him and said “wolfman.”

19. A boy who mixed up testicles with intestines.
My husband overheard his son talking with his friends about testicles at about age 8. The conversation went like this. “Those are the things that are underneath your penis.” “I think those are called balls,” tapping his chin thoughtfully. “No they aren’t. They are right here,” pointing to his abdomen. “What?” “You know, your large intesticles and small intesticles.”

20. Kids can be so simple…
My father was driving with my niece in the back. At one point she said, “How old are you granddad?”. “59,” he replied. “Oh, so next year you’ll be 60?” “Yes.” “And after that, you’ll be dead.” Then she just kind of shrugged her shoulders and looked out of the window.

Monday, 19 March 2018

What's in a Name

So, you are a multi-billion dollar company that has just spent 300 million dollars on a new arctic research vessel, but you can't decide on a name. So the most obvious choice is to open the choice of naming this prestigious new ship to the public. And the internet didn't disappoint! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you......Boaty McBoatface!
It appears that, in providing an opportunity for the public to name a very expensive science vessel something that would seem more appropriate for a toddler's TV show, it sparked a whole new wave of providing new and amusing names to serious topics. More specifically, animals. My father and I had a conversation about this topic over the weekend after he referred to zebras as Pajama Donkeys. I thought it might be fun to list some of the new animal names that I have found while browsing the web:

Porcupine - Stab Rabbit

Camel - Luggage Horse

Scorpion - Pinchy Dangerbutt

American Bison - Furry Lion Cow

Alligator - American Murder Log

Sloth - Muppetclaw/Rug Monkey

Hippo - Leather Bubblebear

Ostrich - Pantless Thundergoose

Raccoon - Trash Panda

Cow - Land Manatee

Bush Baby - Over-caffeinated Cuddlemonkey

Snake - Danger Noodle/Nope Rope

Mountain Goat - Wizard Cow

Skunk - Fart Squirrel

Sea Otter - Surf Weasel

Red Fox - Forest Corgi

Rabbit - Booplesnoot

Rhino - Short-sighted Boulder Squirrel/Battle Unicorn

Llama - Woolly Spit-horse

Red Panda - Cat Bear

Seagull - Beach Chicken/Poo Eagle

Zebra - Prison Pony

Hedgehog - Ouch Mouse

Sheep - Sweater Goat

Platypus - Duck Puppy

Stingray - Sea Flap

Seal - Water Dog

Squirrel - Tree Rat

Kangaroo - Velocirabbit

Owl - Angry Cat Bird

Eagle - Freedom Glider

Octopus - Floppy Sea Spider

Lobster - Dragon Shrimp

Tiger - Danger Zebra 

Mosquito - Noisy Needle-face

Tortoise - Lethargic Walkyrock

Naked Mole-rat - Bitey Nudist Mouse

Honey Badger - Rabid Murder Weasel

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Dreaming

To all my readers, I do apologise for the lack of blog posts recently. Unfortunately this year has started off with a bang and I find myself busier than a toddler on Red Bull! Keep an eye out though, I will keep posting as time allows!

The other morning I woke up, having spent a night dreaming some of the weirdest dreams imaginable. I kept wondering if I had managed to ingest some hallucinogenic compound before bedtime. Thankfully I can't recall most of said dreams (as I may have to book myself in for some psychiatric evaluation) but that got me thinking, what do other people dream about. Are their dreams as weird as mine? I scoured Google for the answer, and apparently my dreams (weird as they are) pale in comparison:
 1. "I had a dream in which I spent a steamy evening with E.T., and he... pleasured me."

 2. "I dreamt about people who had waffles for heads and someone took a giant bite out of the top of one of them so he died and they had a funeral for him. I woke up crying."

 3. "Kit Harrington (Jon Snow from Game of Thrones) came over to me under Big Ben, put three balls of moss on me, and said, "Reading is everywhere" as a rainbow formed over his head."

 4. "At a scary red restaurant where they made kids sit on the floor, giant macaroni noodles came out of the ground and started eating people. We escaped, though."

 5. "Batman (Christian Bale's version) and Jareth the Goblin King (from the Labyrinth) were slap-fighting each other like children over who was going to go to the theater with me."

 6. "I once dreamt a sloth was doing my nails and kept telling me that I should invest in the stock market."

 7. "I was running away from the scary guy in the movie Scream (or Scary Movie) and he finally caught up to me and shoved my face into a bucket of spaghetti."

 8. "I was running through a maze and all of a sudden Kermit the Frog jumped out with a knife. I kept running until Dustin Hoffman rose from the ground and shot Kermit."

 9. "Big Foot was dressed up in drag riding a motorcycle around a small rectangular room full of mob dudes."

 10. "George Bush was showing me how to take pictures of cats. He was writing plays on a whiteboard like a football coach… showing a plan of action to capture the presidential cats as they lay multicolored eggs all over the place. "

 11. "Dinosaurs were overtaking my city. Peter Pan and I had to hunt down and fight the reigning T-Rex to restore balance to the Earth. Yeah."

 12. "I flick on the light to see Bruce Springsteen (in complete "Born in the USA" get-up) going through my sock drawer and stealing all my good pairs of socks. When I actually woke up I had to check the drawer, just in case."

 13. " I came back home from my elementary school, where everyone had become aliens. I saw my dad, and told him what happened. He responded, 'I'm not your dad,' and pointed at a nail sticking out from his head, which was proof of being an alien."

 14. "A badger was dressed up as a musketeer on his adventures to steal a magical spice rack from a zeppelin."

 15. "I had a dream that my parents had been abducted by a cult that was lead by The Undertaker from the WWE. I managed to beat him up with the coconut I had hidden in my cult robes."

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Over the Hill

So a friend and I recently discussed going on a morning hike and yesterday, instead of just discussing it, we decided to actually do it. We went to the Faerie Glen Nature Reserve and, because we both enjoy walking, decided on doing a trail marked as difficult. In my head I thought "How hard can it be?" Famous last words! We set off on the trail in question and at first I wondered what all the fuss was about. It was a gentle stroll with the sun peaking out from behind the clouds and a gentle breeze wafting over us. And it carried on this way for quite a while. Then we spotted a trail that lead up what, in my mind, was a moderate hill. Yeah, right.....
The picture above is from the promotional material for the nature reserve's website. You can see the loose rocks and sand on the trail and in places you have to literally climb over boulders in order to carry on. My friend, being much fitter than me, went up the trail like a graceful gazelle, seemingly effortlessly. Whereas I trudged up the trail like a wounded buffalo. I was huffing and puffing in a way that would put the Big Bad Wolf to shame, barely halfway up what in my mind had now become Mount Everest. Embarrassingly I had to stop a few times to catch my breath while my friend was barely winded. But thankfully I persevered and was rewarded, after an hour or so's dragging myself over rocks and tree branches by sheer will, with the realization that the summit was just above me. A few more rocks to climb and branches to avoid, while sounding like an asthmatic elephant, I finally reached the top. The view was absolutely spectacular! My friend stood proudly, admiring the beautiful scenery, while I was standing next to her trying not to pass out.

Thankfully the route down was much easier, even though you had to rock-climb your way down in some places. And, inevitably, I did end up on my backside once, but thankfully my pride was bruised more than my body was. All in all it was a great experience, even though I thought she'd have to leave me up there. And now it has given me a new goal: to become fit enough to walk that same trail without looking like someone had dumped a bucket of water over me.

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Getting Stuck

We've all been there; you hear a catchy or annoying song somewhere and it gets firmly stuck in your head for days on end. Sometimes you are lucky and it is a song that you actually enjoy. But sometimes it is one that drives you to insanity. Even after listening to other music in an attempt to rid yourself of the offending tune, a short while later you find yourself humming it again. Unfortunately most modern pop songs have that effect on me. I hear a song, dislike it immediately with a loathing bordering on supreme hatred, but it gets planted more firmly than a wet lollipop on a toddler's hair. And then, after a long while, I manage to finally rid myself of the offending tune and someone walks past humming it, and it is right back in there. Usually leaving me with this expression....
What is it about certain songs that get them stuck on repeat in your brain? Could it be that, with songs we enjoy, your brain wants to store them for your future listening enjoyment? But, if that is the case, why is it that so many extremely annoying songs can get as firmly entrenched in our memory banks? Maybe our brains are going "Remember, this is a song that annoys you. Don't listen to it!" and then keeps repeating it so that we are aware that we should avoid it at all costs. Usually accomplishing the exact opposite.

My brother-in-law recently shared a song with me. One that is so catchy that it will get stuck in your head probably for the rest of your natural life. But at the same time it is so annoying that you will want to take a pot scourer and try and scrub it out of your brain in an attempt to get rid of it. Honestly, listening to someone grinding metal while badly playing bagpipes would be more enjoyable! Unfortunately for me, that song is still stuck on repeat on my mental MP3 player, so in order not to suffer alone, here it is for your enjoyment (infuriation).....

Thursday, 30 November 2017

The Oblivious Gender

A little over a year ago, I wrote a post lamenting the fact that ladies these days are all completely oblivious to the existence of gentlemen, yet they constantly complain about the lack of gentleman in the world. And, one year on, I can honestly say that hasn't changed. Yesterday, while at a shopping centre, I held open a door for a lady. She walked through without so much as a "thank you". She didn't even glance in my direction. In another store I moved to the side of the aisle so a lady with a shopping trolley could get past me. Again, no "thank you" or any acknowledgement of any kind. And then, on Facebook, I saw another post commenting that gentlemen are rare breed, a dying species.
Ladies, let me clarify this for you. Gentlemen are not rare. They are not dying out. They are out there, right now, holding open doors and moving out of your way in shopping aisles. You are just absolutely oblivious to their presence. I suspect the problem is that ladies these days think that, when a guy is nice to you, he automatically wants to get into your pants. As I mentioned in my post one year ago, your pants won't fit us! We are not trying to sleep with you (because we don't really do slumber parties) or trying to get your number, we are simply holding open a door for you as an act of kindness. We don't expect you to throw off your clothes and climb on top of us out of sheer gratitude. A simple "thank you" will suffice.

A poster I saw the other day sums it up nicely: "Women all want Superman but they walk past Clark Kent every day." This is very true! So ladies, here's a thought; pay attention. While you are walking through your local shop and a guy offers to carry some heavy item, or hold a door open, or even just gets out of the way so that you can get past with your trolley, thank him. Notice that he is not humping your leg or following you home, he is simply helping you. We are out there ladies, and we are here to stay!

Friday, 17 November 2017

The Terror in the Towel

So this morning after taking a shower, I grab my towel from its railing to dry myself. To my horror, after the removal of the towel, an eight legged shape descended from the towel railing and hung in mid-air, glaring at me for removing the foundations of its new home. Now, I'm not a fan of spiders in general, and I strongly dislike spiders in my home in particular. So I decided, since this spider wanted to share in my belongings, I introduced it to my flip-flop. Thereafter I sent it on an all expenses paid trip down the toilet.
Don't get me wrong, I understand that spiders are an essential part of nature. I just prefer that they stay in nature instead of moving in with me. People frequently tell me "Don't kill them, they catch mosquitos." but the only spider I have ever seen munching down on a mozzie is a daddy-long-leg. And since they are generally harmless I let them be. As long as they stay out of my personal space, that is. A while ago the people I rent from decided to cut down a tree outside of my flat, which for some reason, gave every black widow and brown recluse spider the bright idea to move into my place. This meant war! I was not going to share my space with venomous spiders. Thankfully, after seeing how many losses they suffered, they wisely decided to look elsewhere for lodging.

I'm part of a Facebook group that people who live in my city can join. During our rainy season people frequently post pictures of rain spiders (or huntsman spiders, for those who live down unda) that enter their home. While considered harmless, they are terrifyingly large. And extremely quick! To me that should be against the laws of nature! I've seen rain spiders varying in size from DVD to dinner plate. And for something that large to move as quick as they do is wrong on so many levels. The inevitable comment "Don't kill them, they catch mosquitos." gets thrown around whenever someone posts a picture of these monstrosities. But no, they don't catch mosquitos! They are the size of a small family hatchback! They don't notice mosquitos!

I have mentioned in a few previous blog posts that I dislike spiders, and I do apologise for subjecting you to yet another post on the subject. But until spiders decide to stay outside where they belong and stop being so tremendously creepy, I am afraid I might mention my utter dismay at their existence from time to time....