For example, Sam is currently sitting on the floor crying because he can't make the basketball go into the basketball goal. So, naturally, I did what any conscientious father would do. I carefully explained that a missed basketball shot is really a metaphor for the rest of your life, where you will likely miss most of the shots you will take. (I must admit to being a little disturbed, as I thought we had already covered this ground in our literary analysis of "Oh, The Places You Go.")
Obviously, because he is still crying I took the next step. I took it to the next level, so to speak. I told him that he would have to speak with his mother when she got home (she was a better athlete anyway), and carefully stepped back and let the dog take over. Right now Chops is currently demonstrating the fine art of chewing plastic. We find its cheaper than regular dog food.
Anyways, I am hopeful that I will be better able to sustain the blog as we approach our newest addition to the family. For those that are curious, we are having a boy, and we have entered into preliminary negotiations on the name. Here is a brief list of some of the candidates:
Waltrout
Barack Palin Obama
Chaung Tzu
Tea Party
Beaver Stadium
Glenn Beck
Norah Jones (more Brooke's idea than mine)
Dr. Dre J
We acknowledge that some of the current candidates bought their way into the process, and for the right price we are willing to consider any suggestions. We cannot make any guarantees that we will select your entry though. (Well, thats not totally accurate, we will guarantee anything for the right price).
Hope everyone is well, and we will keep you posted!
