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Saturday
Feb142015

Tales From The Belly Of Valentine's Day- 2/14/15

So last night- after an arse kicking week of full on man-work, I was tucking the lovely and complex Obersturmführer Bällerinä* into bed when she said-

*5yr old daughter 

“I’m soooo excited for Valentime’s Day, Dad!  I made you TWO cards!”

To which I said- 

“I can’t wait to see them! I bet they’ll be beautiful.” That’s what my mouth said. My Brain thought something completely different- 

“Dude, you’ve completely spaced getting ANYTHING for the Obersturmführer’s third favorite holiday, haven’t you? What a feckin’ eejit.” I shot my Brain a look that said “shut up”.

“Did you get me a card too, Dad?” she asked.

“Of course I did, Wiggles! I wouldn’t forget one of your favorite days of the year. But I will be running out in the morning for some special Valentine’s surprises that only get sold on the actual Valentine’s Day.” My Brain was not impressed.

“Worst. Dad-Lie. Ever. You, my friend, are a dick.” Thanks Brain, glad to see us working so well together.

That’s how I ended up at the Safeway at 7:45am this very morning, metaphorically cramming for my Valentine’s final exam. I was not alone.

The parking lot was oddly full as I cruised around in ManTruck looking for a spot. Before I parked, I saw three different dudes walking out of the store with balloons and/or large bouquets of flowers, and frankly they didn’t look too happy about their impending day of love.

I parked, headed in, cruised straight to the card aisle, and stopped in mid stride after turning the corner- eight guys were crowded around the three Valentine’s Day racks, feverishly jostling for position to pick through the bones of the remaining cards. It was a full on card buying mosh pit. So with elbows swinging and my knees kicking high, I waded in like the Ska-boy of my youth.

“Just waiting to get to the bar.” I said to the harried looking dude who had just turned the corner of the aisle to join us at the racks.

“I bet those cards are about as expensive as a drink too, huh guys?” I asked the lads in front.

This one’s 7 bucks, and this one’s 6.” said Mr Sweatpants Flipflops. Every single one of us gave a wry chuckle and slowly shook our heads, a jury of peers convicting Valentine’s Day of monopolizing the market, and falsely raising prices. 

“Throw in some roses, candy, and balloons and you’re looking at a hundred bucks just to get the day started.” said Mr. Hairy BigLeatherJacket, “And then I’m taking my wife up to a bad and breakfast in Mendocino with the champagne and roses waiting for us... 350 bucks for one night!” Mr. BigLeatherJacket received our nods and condolences in return, which gave him the confidence to continue telling of his Valentine’s budgetary woes.

“So I say to my wife, ‘Honey, why don’t we do the same trip in three weeks when it’s $200 less, and she says ‘But it won’t be Valentine’s Weekend!’ 

“Probably got dinner, too right?” I asked “That’s an easy $150 on Valentine’s Day.” Again- we Brothers of The Rack, we Bearers of the Valentine’s Wallet- nodded our condolences with offerings of “I hear you, man” and “It’s crazy, right?”

By the time I got to the rack, it had been well picked over. Fortunately, there was a good selection of kid’s cards, so I sorted the O.B. quickly. The card for Mrs. Huttsez, however, posed a much bigger problem. There was nothing left but over the top, maudlin shite- “To my beloved wife...” kind of stuff. So, I tried to find the most gag inducing one I could find and I wasn’t disappointed. As a picture speaks a thousand words, here’s the card.

 

The inscription said- “You complete me”

Open mouth, insert finger.

Cards chosen, I headed over to get a balloon for the Obersturmführer, and was not at all surprised to see several of my comrades from the card aisle waiting their turn at the counter where a beleaguered woman was cranking out balloons at a furious rate. The line was filled out with about 5 other dudes, so I opted for one of the more expensive huge heart shaped ones that says “I love you” on it for my daughter, and booked it for the register. And by expensive, I mean $15.99 expensive. For a balloon. Thanks for that, Capitalism.

Two Valentines Day Cards? $12.98

A heart shaped balloon? $15.99

Hearing Mr. Hairy BigLeatherJacket’s story, and experiencing the fraternal bond of Valengouging with some random dudes at 7:45am at the Safeway? Priceless.

All that being said, in spite of the ridiculous $29 dollars spent on 2 bloody cards and a balloon, they were a big hit. I made Obersturmführer Bällerinä some heart shaped eggy bread (aka french toast- keep up in the back Yanks!) served with some fresh “raspbwessies” and her favorite pink juice. She loved her card and balloon. Mrs. Huttsez got the joke when she opened her card, and totally laughed at the gag factor. I like her.

Speaking of Mrs. Huttsez, I’d just like to say thank you for the lovely Valentine’s Day present you gave me.

When I got back from the store and told her what had happened, she said-

“You should go and write that story as a blog post and put it up today. There’s not a lot going on, and we’re meeting some of her friends at the park. It’s funny and I think you should do it. Plus, it’ll be good for your soul.” 

Thanks Mrs. H, you were right. I’m a lucky guy.

Do something tender and selfless for your loved ones today, ok? It’s the best gift you can give.

I’m gonna go and install a canopy covered in pink ribbons over my daughter’s bed. She’s vibratingly excited. Won’t cost me a penny.

I don’t care too much for money

‘Cause money can’t buy me love

 

That’s it for now.

 

Come “like” Huttsez’s facebook page- I’m a liker, not a fighter.

 

Thanks for reading. See you soon.

 

Huttsez

“... the unread voice of a generation.”

                                    - huttsez.com

Thursday
Nov132014

Yay! Microparenting!! 11/14/14

Hey, welcome back.

Now, where were we? Ah yes, in my last entry, The Incident, I was having a bit of a rant about ‘Modern Parenting’. Let’s do this.  

There’s far too much micromanaging of our children’s upbringing.

We’re all up in their grillz- as the youth say- about pretty much everything, but especially school. Parents today are way more intimately involved in their kids’ education than our parents were. When I was a kid, I pretty much took my report card home, and either faced the music or got the praise.

Because of this ‘intimate involvement’, there are a lot more rules now than there were back in the day. Check it out, this is one of the most ridiculous ones that I’ve heard of-

At one of the local grammar schools where I live, there is NO RUNNING ALLOWED during recess. What?! The reason behind this rule is to avoid ‘falling injuries’. Really? We’re protecting our kids from falling now? Wow.

How are they supposed to learn to pick themselves up if they never fall? Not to mention the fact that kids just need to run because they’re kids and it’s good for them. Right? I’ve heard about this ‘no running’ rule in other parts of the country, so it’s not just because I live in Northern California (if you know what I’m saying), it’s happening in other places. Madness.

If I were a betting man, I’d put my money on ‘kid-has-bad-fall-on-playground-parents-sue-school-and-win-no-more-running’. Way to go ‘Merica.

 

On to the micromanaging. My 15 year old son- The Tall One- is a sophomore in High School. I get about 10 emails a day from his school. TEN! There are two different websites that you register on to track your kids homework that send out constant notifications about big projects, attendance, tests, grades, quizzes, and whatever else you can think of to track. The logic is this- if the student falls behind then it can be caught quickly and corrected. A higher success rate with less failure being the goal. However, I think it’s a bit too ‘NSA-spying-on-American-citizens’ for my taste. Way too hand-holdy.

In the first three weeks back after summer break, the High School hosted a Back to School Night, a Parent’s Night, and a seminar on the tracking websites. One of the emails about the seminar recommended that I sign up immediately ‘as space is limited and going fast’. Who are these people?! Also, why have a Parent’s Night the week after all the parent’s were there for Back to School Night? Dafuq?!

I’ve done the ‘micromanage your kids education’ thing, and it’s sucks.

You have to stay all over your kids nonstop. It made my son and I have an unhealthily adversarial edge to our relationship. And for what? Good grades? To help him ‘succeed’? In what? Being good at school? Hmmm. I don’t know. 

I stopped micromanaging him when he started his freshman year. I set goals for him that were reachable and left him to it. It’s his education and his responsibility to see it through to the best of his abilities. He succeeded past my expectations, and I’m proud of him. No more hand holding, it’s up to him. As it should be.

Of course, I make sure he gets his homework done, and we talk about school everyday. But really, he knows he has to get his homework done without me reminding him, because if he starts skipping assignments, he’s off the American Football team, or won’t get to drive, or loses his phone. So he does his homework. I don’t need to track his grades, he does. What a novel idea! I’m teaching my son about his responsibilities instead of holding his hand all the time, or blaming the teachers if he gets a bad grade. He made the academic midseason cut for American Football on his own, and I’m wicked proud.

Doesn’t it make more sense to give our kids some room to fail and succeed on their own? How are they going to learn to overcome adversity if they never experience it?

Just so we’re clear, I’m not suggesting we step back and give the finger to our kids educations. I just think it’s all a bit too much. Too much handholding, too much information. But hey, a lot of parents must love that tracking shit, or else it wouldn’t exist.

 Hey! Good luck, kid!

They can go right ahead and ‘Modern Parent’ their arses off. I prefer to go with ‘Common Sense Parenting’ and not use their websites and tracking.

I set goals, offer help, get him what he needs to do his work, check in daily, and leave the rest up to him. Instead of tracking his work, I’m talking to him about it. Again, call me crazy.

Hey, anyone out there ever go to a preschool parent-teacher conference? Was it a completely pointless waste of your time and the teacher’s time? I’m asking because I’ve never been to any of the ‘conferences’ at my daughter’s preschool. Mrs. Huttsez and I talked about it when the first one reared it’s fatuous head-

 

Mrs. Huttsez-  We have a parent -teacher conference tomorrow at 4:30 at the preschool. I forgot to tell you about it last week, sorry.

Huttsez-  Wait... What? Did you just say ‘a parent-teacher conference at the preschool’? Are we talking about the preschool your daughter goes to?

Mrs. Huttsez- [rolls her eyes] Yes. And she’s our daughter, not just mine. So, if I have to go, so do you.

Huttsez-  Right. I keep forgetting. Sorry. 

[Mrs. H shakes her head and laughs a bit]

Mrs. Huttsez-  So what do you think about going to the conference?

Huttsez-  Well, they never had them when The Tall One was in preschool, so I don’t know what to think. However, it sounds like it could be a complete load of bollocks. I mean honestly, what’s the conversation gonna be like? “She paints well, she plays nicely most of the time, her crayon work needs to stay in the lines a little more, she’s got some friends, she’s good at putting her shoes on, and she doesn’t crap her pants hardly ever, which we teachers really appreciate.” To which I reply ‘“Yeah, we’re really pleased with the no-crapping-her-pants-thing too. Thanks for the heads up on the crayon application, I’ll get on her about that right away.”  Think about it- what is there really to talk about?

Mrs. Huttsez-  Scissor skills? Gluing technique?

[The Tall One moseys out of his room] 

The Tall One-  What about circle time participation and sharing skills? And... other... important... stuff... like that.

Huttsez-  Exactly. Mrs. H, did you get an email suggesting you sign up immediately because space is running out? 

Mrs. Huttsez-  No, but Miss Diane told me to sign up as soon as possible. I see her everyday, and check in with how Obersturmführer Bällerinä is doing. We already have a mini conference every time I see her!

Huttsez-  Ok, well I don’t really see the point. My vote is to not go. Mostly because the whole concept is completely absurd and I’ve got other things I need to get done in that time. We’ll let someone else have our slot. 

Mrs. Huttsez-  I agree. There’s plenty of parents that are super excited about the conferences- that spot’ll get snatched up.

Huttsez-  Who are these people?!

We were vindicated in our decision when we heard from a friend that it was extremely close to the Huttsez family version- craft skills, sharing, playing nicely, friends, blah blah blah. 

Call me a bad parent (and you’re welcome to try), but I’m glad I didn’t go. What a complete load of bollocks!

 

That’s it for now.

 

If you agree that we need more Common Sense Parenting, like Huttsez on the facebook. We need to stick together.

 

Thanks for reading. See you soon.

 

Huttsez

“... the unread voice of a generation.”

                                    - huttsez.com

Monday
Nov032014

The Incident 11/3/14

It’s time for another Modern Parenting entry/rant, so if you think of yourself in this vein, be forewarned- I’m not a big fan. I will, however, try and refrain from telling you to go fuck yourselves*. 

*That one doesn’t count.

‘Modern Parenting’ with all it’s ridiculous terms and rules, makes me get a little unhinged at times. Too much micromanagement for my palate.

I prefer to use ‘Common Sense Parenting’. Here’s a little story to illustrate my point-

I had returned home from work in time to pick up Obersturmführer Bällerinä (my 4 year old daughter) at preschool. When I arrived to pick her up, I was informed that there had been... ‘an incident’. 

Before I go any further I’d like to introduce you to Miss Diane, my 4 year old daughter’s teacher. Miss Diane is Modern Parenting to her very core. In the dictionary next to ‘Modern Parenting’ is a picture of Miss Diane. None more Modern Parenting. 

She speaks in a ‘gentle’ and ‘calming’ monotone, which I find neither ‘gentle’ nor ‘calming’. It makes me cringe and grit my teeth because it seems so forced. She almost  comes across as either really, really baked, or out of her head on pills. How do you stay mellow in a huge room full of 2-5 year olds for 8 hours a day?! Maybe the drugs aren’t such a crazy theory. Anyway, here ya go-

 

The Incident

A short film in one scene

By Huttsez

 

Cast of Characters

Huttsez- Me

Miss Diane- Obersturmführer Bällerinä’s preschool teacher

Alice- Obersturmführer Bällerinä, aka my daughter

Jennifer- Obersturmführer Bällerinä’s mega best friend

Huttsez’s Brain- My brain

 

[Huttsez enters through the preschool door, spots his kid outside in the play area. He pauses briefly and takes a deep breath when he sees Miss Diane hovering around the children. He steels himself and heads out to the playground.] 

Huttsez-  Hi Miss Diane, how are you?

Miss Diane-  Oh hi there, yeah nice to see you, fine thanks. So...umm..yeah... so we had... [Miss Diane takes in a deep, calming breath and exhales] ... an incident.

Huttsez-  [cringing] Oh yeah? 

Miss Diane-  Uh, yeah... so yeah... we had an incident. Alice and Jennifer were going to play with a ball, and... uh, yeah... Alice had the ball and so, yeah, she umm suddenly decided that she didn’t want to play with the ball so... uh, yeah... she threw the ball down, and umm turned her back on Jennifer and crossed her arms in umm... well... in kind of an angry way [Miss Diane makes a ‘sad face’]. So, uh yeah... this really made Jennifer upset and uh... she’s been crying. [Miss Diane pauses to let the terrible news sink in]. Now, we’ve been working on our conflict resolution, and umm well, Alice hasn’t wanted to engage Jennifer in the mending process. The thing is... ummm... so, Jennifer is going on vacation for two weeks tomorrow, and umm, I feel that it’s pretty important to um grasp this opportunity to practice our conflict resolution... 

[Close up of Huttsez’s eyes as they glaze over and Miss Diane’s voice fades out. A conversation between Huttsez and his brain- already in progress- fades up.]

Huttsez’s Brain-  AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!  MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOP!

Huttsez-  Hey, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, you have got to chill out! I’m barely keeping my shit together as it is, what with having to listen to Miss Diane drone on about a disagreement between two 4 year olds, and your bloody screaming. So, chill  out! 

Huttsez’s Brain-  [Takes a deep breath and exhales] Ok, alright, I’m good, thanks man. It’s just that she’s killing me with this ‘conflict resolution’ crap. I mean, they’re only 4 years old! And her voice! What IS that?! 

Huttsez-  Dude, I know, it’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. And don’t forget about ‘engaging in the mending process’. Ridiculous. I bet I could get those kids to work it out in about fifteen seconds, maybe less. No problema.

Huttsez’s Brain-  Hey man, she’s asking you a question. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Might wanna stop spacing out.

Huttsez-  Oh yeah, right. Thanks, dude.... 

[Huttsez looks over at Miss Diane as her voice fades back up.]

Miss Diane-  ... and so um yeah, I think it would be a good time to mend, you know?, So yeah, do you think you could help me initiate the process by getting Alice to engage with Jennifer?

Huttsez-  Uh, yeah. Sure.

[Miss Diane’s attention is drawn to the opposite end of the play area, where two boys have been playing ‘run round and round really fast in the sand box with reckless abandon’ and heads over to crush their fun. Huttsez seizes the opportunity, goes and gets Obersturmführer Bällerinä, and takes her over to Jennifer]

Huttsez-  I heard you guys had a bit of a moment, and everyone got a little upset, right?

[The girls both nod their heads]

Huttsez-  I bet you guys wanna make up because you’re best friends and Jennifer’s going away tomorrow, right?

[The girls both nod their heads]

Huttsez-  Ok, great. [he glances up and sees Miss Diane moving quickly in their direction] Alice, you say ‘Sorry I made you sad’ and then give each other a hug. Come on, chop chop.

Obersturmführer Bällerinä-  Sorry I made you sad.

Jennifer-  I’m sorry, too.

[As they hug and start talking happily away, Huttsez turns to Miss Diane] 

Huttsez-  There you go, all resolved.

Miss Diane-  Uh, yeah.. so... uh... that’s good then. Well, ok. Umm, nice to see you.

Huttsez-  Nice to see you, too, Miss Diane. Come on kid, let’s grab your stuff and hit the road. 

[Huttsez exits with Obersturmführer Bällerinä]

 

The End


So, Modern Parenting lost to Common Sense Parenting. I didn’t have to get them to ‘practice their conflict resolution and engage in the mending process’, I got them to ‘make up’. In fifteen seconds. Why? Because they’re 4 years old- they don’t give a shit about ‘conflict resolution’, they just want to make up and move on. Who talks to a 4 year old like that anyway?! Oh yeah... Modern Parents. Feckin’ eejits.

It’s just too over thought, too much micromanaging. We’re raising a generation that will be afraid to take risks because they’ve grown up being shielded from danger, and accidents, and failure. Kids need room to figure out stuff on their own sometimes, to develop their own identities and be empowered by making their own choices.

So back off a bit, Modern Parents! Just... stop it, you’re making a lot of us other parents crazy. 

Look, I’ve ended up having to make this entry in to a two part series- I guess my ranting has found some legs. I’m gonna bring it to a screeching halt right here and come back soon with ‘Yay, Micro-parenting!’

 

That’s it for now.

 

Hey, Modern Parents! I didn’t tell you to go fuck yourselves*! I bet you want to go and ‘like’ the Huttsez facebook page now. Right this way...

*That one doesn’t count either.

 

Thanks for reading. See you soon.

 

Huttsez 

“... the unread voice of a generation.”

                                    - huttsez.com

Sunday
Oct262014

Johnny Depp? Or DAD! 10/26/14

So the other day, I was looking at some of my super old blog ideas and came across one that somehow slipped through the cracks that really should have been turned into a proper entry. This one’s for those of you with babies, pay attention.

My daughter- Obersturmführer Bällerinä- is about to turn 5, but we’re gonna go back to when she was 1 and just starting to talk.

She had gotten the obligatory-first-word-is-‘Mum’ thing out of the way, and I had finally gotten her saying Dad. In fact, every time I would say ‘Dad’ she would say it right back to me. Now, I’ve heard that a lot of babies ‘parrot’ new words like this back to their parents, it’s how they learn, right? Ok. Here’s what I did- and what I strongly suggest those of you with babies follow suit- I made up a fun question and answer game. It went like this-

 

Huttsez- Who do you think is more handsome AND interesting- the guy from Sons of Anarchy? Or DAD!

 

Obersturmführer Bällerinä- Dad!

Huttsez-  Good answer, Sweetie! Ok. Who do you think the woman that gave birth to you* would rather be with- Johnny Depp? Or DAD! 

*You can’t say Mum because the kid will just say ‘Mum’ and blow the whole thing. You gotta get creative.

 

Obersturmführer Bällerinä- Dad!

Huttsez- Wow! That’s another great answer! Right, one more quick question. If the person I mentioned in the last question had to choose who she thought had most likely mastered the art of lovemaking, should she choose Johnny Depp? Or DAD!

                                                            

Obersturmführer Bällerinä- Dad!

Huttsez-   Shazam! Great answer kid! Didja hear that, Mrs. H? 

Mrs. Huttsez-  [rolls her eyes, but with a little smile]Yes, I did. Most likely because I’m sitting right here.

Huttsez-  Crazy... well, you know what they say ‘Out of the mouthes of babes’ and all that. [and we all laugh and hug because we’re the most perfect family that never has any problems ever]

 

So. this silly little game served a double purpose, it gave us all a little chuckle- tired parents with babies often need a touch of brevity- and kept my favorite topic-The Sex- front and center. Good subject to keep in the foreground when you’ve got a baby, because it’s easy to let it get away from you. 

You could come up with a myriad of possible questions. Off the top of my head-

 

Mum-  Who do you think should do the washing up after dinner- the Homo sapien standing before you? Or DAD!

Dad-  Who should be the recipient of a back rub because they deserve it the most- the woman who’s always asking me to fix things? Or DAD!

Mum- Who do you think should stay home with you while the other parent goes out for dinner and drinks with her friends. Boring old Mrs. Huttsez? Or super fun DAD!

Dad-  Who do you think should sit in manchair and watch *proper* football all day. The person in this house that has the most shoes? Or DAD!

 

Whatever the question, if you currently have a baby, don’t let this opportunity pass ‘cause it’s a good time. As the young people say, “thas wassup”.

 

That’s it for now.

 

Who’s facebook page would you rather like- that guy from the original 21 Jump Street? Or HUTTSEZ!*

*Umm, actually you don’t have to answer that question. But I’d appreciate the “like”. Go on, then.

 

Thanks for reading. See you soon.

 

Huttsez

“... the unread voice of a generation.”

                                    - huttsez.com

Sunday
Oct192014

Yay! Bedtime!! Pt. 2- Made Up Stories 10/19/14

While we’re on the topic of bedtime, we should talk about made up stories. Kids love ‘em, and they have some nice benefits for the parents.

You can basically stretch out a made up story into incredibly dull lists, thus helping to send the little tweeker into Slumberton. Like this-

[said in a very slow, calm, hypnotist type voice] ... and then he got out the eggs, and the flour, and the vanilla [pause] ... and then he got out the sugar, and some butter, and some strawberries [p a u s e] ... and then he got the mixing bowl, and the whisk, and a wooden spoon, and two cake pans [p  a  u  s  e] ... and then he put the flour into the mixing bowl, and then he put the eggs into the mixing bowl, and then he put the butter and vanilla into the mixing bowl [P   A   U   S   E] ... and then he plugged in the electric whisk thingy, and mixed it all together.... oh, and he added a little milk into the mixing bowl...

I bet you turned off pretty quick and skipped over most of that, didn’t you? Well, I don’t blame you, it’s soul numbingly dull. But that’s the technique I like for the end of the story when I’m trying to get 4 year old daughter to nod off.

Now, you can’t just have a crap story with nothing exciting because the kid won’t want to hear it anymore, in fact it may end up pissing them off instead of getting them to sleep (I’ve seen it happen). So it’s gotta have some fun parts too. 

Mostly because I’m lazy, I made up a character called Bill The Dragon. Bill has a little sister called Veronica, and his Mum and Dad are Susan and Roger. It’s basically our family, except that we’re dragons and have cooler names.

Bill and his family do cool things like build sandcastles at the beach, plant a flower garden (a really good one for lists!), go to the museum. Bill is an excellent baker, and loves to bake cakes and cookies with his little sister. Fun, simple stuff. Not to say that it doesn’t get whacky from time to time.

Back when I was still clinging to a thread of hope that Obersturmführer Bällerinä would somehow want to play football (Ha!), I told a Bill The Dragon story about Bill and Veronica playing Flying Ballet Football with their friends. It was incredibly silly-

 

... and then Veronica went from first position and did a perfect plié with a fast run into a well executed brisé, got her head on the ball and smashed it past the flailing ‘keeper with a powerful header to the top right corner. Everyone hugged her and they all smiled because football is great. Oh yeah, and so is ballet.

brisé 

Needless to say, she shows absolutely no interest in playing football and is all about the dancing. Surprise surprise. 

So that little brainwashing attempt obviously failed, even though it probably never really stood a chance anyway. 

Oh, well.

Another benefit of made up stories can be that you ‘big yourself up’- here’s a little excerpt from one of our stories... 

... that’s when Roger- Bill and Veronica’s Dad- took them out for gelato.

“You’re the best, Dad!” said Bill and Veronica,

“You got that right kids,” said Roger “Dads are the best!”

And they all hugged and laughed, and Roger told them that he loved them, and then he bought Veronica a Curious George dvd, and they went home and Susan made her famous popcorn and they all watched Curious George. 

After the movie, Veronica gave Roger a big hug.

“I love you Dad. You are really great.” she said. 

“I agree Sweetie, and you’re really great too.” 

And then Roger told her a story and she went to sleep. Because Dads are great and they tell the best stories. The End. 

Power of positive persuasion, right? Right. 

I did one where Roger gets tickets to the ballet for Veronica and Susan. Because Dads are great.

I do one where Veronica’s things keep getting broken or stop working and Roger fixes them every time. Because Dads are great and can do lots of stuff.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not all Roger all the time. No, no. Susan gets to be great too. She helped Bill and Veronica plant their flower and vegetable gardens by taking them to the nursery and picking out all the cool stuff they were going to plant. After Roger roto-tilled all the soil, because it was a tough manly Dad job that big tough Dads like to do, Susan did all the planting with them. Because Mums are great. See? I spread it around, I’m not holding out. Bill gets big upped as the best-big-brother-ever when he does cool stuff with Veronica. Everyone gets a taste. I’m an equal opportunity made up story teller. Well, if I’m being fair, I would have to say that Roger does get a bit more of the praise... Whudahyahgonnado? ;)

So, apart from telling you about Bill The Dragon, I guess I was also attempting to offer some story telling advice to any fellow bedtime sufferers out there. Anything’s worth a try, am I right? Hope it helps, my tired and grumpy Bedtime War compatriots. It works for me. Sometimes. Hopefully.

That’s it for now.

 

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