I never realized just how quiet my house could be.
Without the kids running around, I can think. I can eat my lunch uninterrupted. I can watch the entire second season of "The Tick" without having to answer 70 QPM (Questions Per Minute) from The Boy.
It's kinda nice.
For the day. Only.
I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do when they grow up. Life will certainly not be the same....
That is all.
Friday, October 10, 2008
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2 comments:
Count yourself lucky that you have a boy who asks 70qpm. It is your privilege and duty to answer them. How you handle them will affect your relationship, or lack thereof with your son for the rest of your life.
If it's too quite, you need to go to the range. ;-)
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