I think the thing I love the most about having a child is the indirect conversations you get to have. It's a good way to say stuff without, you know, saying stuff.
Take this morning, for example.
Me, to Junior: "Uh oh, looks like the faucet's still leaking…What does the faucet say? Drip, drop, drip, drop. And the cow?"
Chuck, to Junior: "Didn't Daddy already tell Mommy he needed to buy a new part?"
"Moo! The cow says, moo! Maybe if Daddy went to Home Depot yesterday instead of playing video games he could have fixed the faucet."
"Maybe some nights after work Daddy needs to blow up make believe tanks."
"And what does the horse do? Clip, clop, clip, clop. Right, Sweetie! That rhymes with 'drip, drop.' Great job!"
"Maybe Daddy didn't feel like going to Home Depot."
"Maybe Mommy will pull a MacGyver and fix the faucet herself with a tampon and paper clip."
(Nothing expedites home repair projects faster than the I'll-do-it-myself tactic.)
"I'll stop at Home Depot on the way home tonight. Will that make Mommy happy?"
See, I'm really glad we had that conversation.
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