A lesson in subversive parenting.
Lillie: “Hey dad, hey dad!”
Dad: “Yes dear, I’m in here.”
Collie: “Don’t tell dad!”
Lillie: “Daa-aa-ad!”
Dad: “In here!”
Lillie: “Dad, Collie said ‘hot,’ and that’s not appropriate to my age!”
Dad: “Excuse me?”
Lillie: “Collie said ‘hot,’ and Mom says that’s not appropriate.”
Collie: “This doesn’t make sense. Do I need to get a dictionary? There are two meanings to the word ‘hot.’ One means sexy. The other means it is hot. It is not a bad word!”
Lillie: “It’s not appropriate to my age!”
Jason: “Oh brother.”
Dad: “I’m afraid I don’t follow. Did your mother say that you should not use the word ‘hot’ in front of your sister?”
Lillie: “Yes!”
Collie: “No!”
Jason: “She said that we should not use the word to mean sexy in front of Lillie.”
Lillie: “Because it’s not appropriate to my age!”
Collie: “I will get a dictionary if I have to!”
Dad: “I don’t think we need a dictionary. Collie, will you please not use the word ‘hot’ to mean sexy in front of your sister?”
Collie: “But . . .”
Dad: “I understand that the word is not a bad word, but you can see that it upsets her. Please don’t do things that upset her.”
Collie: “This is unfair!”
Dad: “Lillie, can Collie use a different word?”
Lillie: “Like what?”
Dad swings out a hip, kisses an index finger, and lightly touches it to his backside.
Dad: “Phssssssssst . . . . sizzlin’!”
Lillie laughs. Collie tries it. Lillie gives it a go. Jason and I join them.
We are no longer hot. We are sizzlin’.
Like bacon.
The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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8 comments:
simply *adorable*!!! such cute kids!
~natalie.
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Sweet! And thanks for adding me to your blogroll.
Thanks Natalie. I know that as a Southern gal, you value the adorable.
And Grace, I hope my readers find your blog as informative as I do!
hey man, adorable or not, bacon is the fuckin ghottest thing since sliced bread..ya..thats right..i said it..!
i love that you added the "like bacon".
speaking of...i'm looking foward to some bacon on the 19th.
-"Meg"
Rejected, honey, you said a mouth full.
And Meg, rest assured that your bacon will be served up good and greasy.
you are a gem of a parent.
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