Red Mosquito

wease wrote:Our 14-year-old tells us at 9pm tonight that she has to take taco meat and tortillas for 23 kids in her Spanish class tomorrow for their end-of-year fiesta. So here I am making 46 servings of taco meat at 10:00 at night.

dad wrote:

wease wrote:Our 14-year-old tells us at 9pm tonight that she has to take taco meat and tortillas for 23 kids in her Spanish class tomorrow for their end-of-year fiesta. So here I am making 46 servings of taco meat at 10:00 at night.

you're a great dad, wease.

Bammer wrote:

dad wrote:

wease wrote:Our 14-year-old tells us at 9pm tonight that she has to take taco meat and tortillas for 23 kids in her Spanish class tomorrow for their end-of-year fiesta. So here I am making 46 servings of taco meat at 10:00 at night.

you're a great dad, wease.

That’s true.

End of school year in first week of May?

Monkey_Driven wrote:I swear, my kid has 7 field trips this month. I get it, the teachers are spent (he's in a mega Kindergarten class of 43 kids with 2 teachers due to construction). They get out on May 24th, Bammer.

Bammer wrote:

Monkey_Driven wrote:I swear, my kid has 7 field trips this month. I get it, the teachers are spent (he's in a mega Kindergarten class of 43 kids with 2 teachers due to construction). They get out on May 24th, Bammer.

Do the field trips inconvenience you?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:My kid (almost four) has been in ballet class for like eight months now, totally enthralled, super motivated to get up and do it every Saturday.

Three weeks ago, a girl from her preschool joined the ballet class. It’s new for her, and she’s terrified.

So now ballet class consists of new girl getting scared and mopey, her mom following her in and out of the class ad nauseam (super disruptive), and my kid starting to ape the behavior.

I’m trying to talk with her, bargain with her, say the right anything to make her stop acting like her friend and get back to doing something that until three weeks ago, she totally loved…

BUT her uncle (my BiL) is here this weekend, and he’s diverting the conversation. Like I’ll try to bargain with her — “go back to class and we can go get a cookie after” — and then BiL swoops in with “Some things are scary until you just start doing them, then you have so much fun…” I already tried that! And now she’s just getting mixed messages.

Fuck this shit.

spike wrote:I just got my first unprompted, genuine “love you” from my daughter. Calling 911 now cuz my heart is literally melting.

dad wrote:

spike wrote:I just got my first unprompted, genuine “love you” from my daughter. Calling 911 now cuz my heart is literally melting.

the absolute best feeling.

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:I just got my first unprompted, genuine “love you” from my daughter. Calling 911 now cuz my heart is literally melting.

the absolute best feeling.

She already had me in the palm of her hand. I see now that this is how it happens…

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:I just got my first unprompted, genuine “love you” from my daughter. Calling 911 now cuz my heart is literally melting.

the absolute best feeling.

She already had me in the palm of her hand. I see now that this is how it happens…

wease wrote:

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:I just got my first unprompted, genuine “love you” from my daughter. Calling 911 now cuz my heart is literally melting.

the absolute best feeling.

She already had me in the palm of her hand. I see now that this is how it happens…

You’re doomed.