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Beware the Prophecy
Don’t mess around with fate. It’s a powerful thing -- especially when driven by a five-year-old on a mission. I may be the head honcho around these parts, but destiny and Bionicle make for a formidable opponent.
Like Taking Candy to a Daddy
I really need to start playing Sodoku or something. Anything to kick-start the neurons in this once-glorious dad brain. For five years, I have been coasting on the assumption that I am too sharp to be intentionally duped by my kid. As my posts have demonstrated, I’ve been wrong. But yesterday, Marcus reached a new low (or high, depending on which side you’re on). He has now taken to brazenly rope-a-doping me.
We’ve just finished dinner and it’s time to wind down for the night. Ten minutes playtime, shower, book, bed. For finishing all his veggies, I let him have a piece of candy from his candy jar. He finishes his candy, and I start looking for the timer to begin his 10 minutes. As I start getting up, he brings me a bag of sour gummy bears. Without a word, he carefully undoes the twisty and places the open bag in front of me.
“Oh! I totally forgot I had these! And you even opened them for me!” I grab four and pop them into my mouth. I love sour gummy bears.
“Gotcha Dad.”
“Huh?”
“Gotcha.”
“What?”
Marcus walks away. I look in the bag. No ants. The gummy bears taste fine. Kids – always saying random stuff. I shove more gummies in my mouth. Time passes. I’ve made a pretty nice dent in the bag. Ok, let’s find that timer.
I locate the timer and walk up to Marcus, who is playing quietly with his Optimus Prime.
“Ok – ready for your 10 minutes?”
“Gotcha, Dad.”
“Gotcha what! Why do you keep saying gotcha?”
“… because I knew those were your favorite, and if you were busy eating them I would get more time to play.”
I look at the clock. Bugger got 15 extra minutes from that little scam.
Jacked O' Lantern
I think I started a tradition that has potential to become a worldwide Halloween phenomenon for families with kids. It has all the makings of one: it’s low cost, fun for the kids, hands-on, and incorporates the true spirit of the holiday, which in this case means hacking stuff up with cutting implements. Remember folks, it’s not always about the candy.
Respeqt my Intelleqt, Qid!
My son outsmarts me. More than I’d like to admit. When Marcus strikes, it leaves this dad with no suitable recourse but to grumble incoherencies under his breath like a thwarted cartoon villain. But even Tom bests Jerry every once in a while.





