Stuff My Son Says #13

Last night, Liam and I were playing "Sting Pong": shirtless ping pong where, after every point, the point-winner gets a free shot at the torso of the other player. Yes, it results in little round welts and significant pain. But that's what guys do for fun.

Anyway, about half the time, Liam would try to hit the ball so hard that his accuracy was poor, missing me completely. Cameron, who was watching this ridiculous display of masculinity, made this observation:

"Dad, I'm surprised Liam ever misses you. You've become a pretty wide target."

I've really got to work out more often.

Stuff My Son Says #12

Well, it's been a year since my last post. 371 days to be exact. No excuses. I'm just lazy.

So, without further ado (or adieu), here's a good one from Cam.

When we turned the calendar over to November, Cam noticed a few holidays. This was his explanation:

Cam: Hey Dad, we don't have school next Monday.

Me: Why not?

Cam: Cuz it's "Veterinarian's Day."

Close, son. Very close.