Call me whimpy

I choked. On purpose. She thew me a curve. I didn’t see it coming, and I swung and missed, leaving Susan to bring us back from a run down and the bases loaded with two out in the bottom of the ninth.

On the way to school this morning:

Camille: “Daddy, how do babies get in your tummy?”

Me: “Uh, it’s a decision that husbands and wives make together.”

Camille: “But how do they get in your tummy?”

Me: “Good question! That would be something to ask your mom when you get home tonight.”

Camille: “Daddy, why are you so happy?”

Me: “I’m not happy, just smiling.”

Camille: “Why are you smiling?”

Me: ” ‘Cause I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie.”

Camille: “Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy.”

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9 Comments

  1. Posted 2/14/2006 at 11:41 am | Permalink

    Sounds like the way I’d handle that situation. Excellent job my friend.

  2. eddie
    Posted 2/14/2006 at 12:58 pm | Permalink

    Whimpy you say? I say sweeeeeeeet. If there is one thing a daddys girl needs it’s a sweet daddy. Nice job my friend.

  3. Posted 2/14/2006 at 2:22 pm | Permalink

    All right guys, you’ve got to help me out. I’m takin’ flak for this! :-)

    Whenever Susan sees me now, she mumbles, “whimpy.”

    Except when I brought her candy this afternoon.

  4. Posted 2/14/2006 at 3:19 pm | Permalink

    It’s a DECISION???? I didn’t know that! (BTW, it’s time to go buy that pop-up book.)

  5. Posted 2/14/2006 at 3:56 pm | Permalink

    Sue, once Susan decided, yes, it was OUR decision. :-)

    Actually, we talked about it for quite some time.

    Pop-up book? Uh, not yet. We’re still recovering from Everyone Poops. Seems they’re real interested in that subject and this one.

  6. Posted 2/14/2006 at 3:59 pm | Permalink

    Oh, wait. Did you mean the G-word?

  7. Aja
    Posted 2/15/2006 at 2:56 pm | Permalink

    I think you did all right, she’s probably not ready for the technical answer anyway.

  8. Aja
    Posted 2/15/2006 at 3:13 pm | Permalink

    wow, I just checked out Everyone Poops and The Gas WE Pass. People are actually writitng books about this??? I don’t know how I feel about this. I didn’t know these books existed. I mean i didn’t have anything to explain these bodliy functions. The best my brother and Dean had was the Potty book and the the “poop song”. Mom, Grams, you remember….”Dean is a super duper pooper, he can potty with the best…” it was a fun song!!

  9. Anna
    Posted 2/16/2006 at 5:02 pm | Permalink

    Susan’s right, my friend.. but I don’t blame you! Ah, well, you can always tell them what I did… you know how Mommy carries your suitcase when its too heavy. Well the answer to that is like a really heavy suitcase. Why don’t you let me carry that one a little longer? If nothing else, it confuses them enough that they’ll drop it for a while.. besides, I want to hear Camille’s retort. ;-)

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