Just what you asked for…

I was walking into the hospital this morning and Gail Mothersbaugh yelled across the parking lot “You’ve not done a blog about your son lately, it’s time”. 

I just need to come to terms with the fact that the blogs people enjoy the most are those that I do about my adventures, or misadventures, with fatherhood.  I try to do blogs that are informative and relevant and I think people read them but I KNOW people read the blogs about my son.

Instead of one long story, let me share a few things my son has told me over the past few weeks:

Last Sunday I asked my son if he wanted eggs or pancakes for breakfast, his response, “Fruit Snacks”.  If you don’t know what fruit snacks are, they are basically candy that parents don’t feel quite as guilty giving their kids because the word “fruit” is in the name.  We had eggs.

I have two nephews a couple of years older than my son so we get a lot of hand me down clothes and until I became a parent I didn’t realize that shoes might only fit for about three hours before a kid outgrows them so hand me down shoes are great.  If it weren’t for hand me down shoes we would be shoe shopping at least four times a day.  My son got a “new” pair of hand me down shoes over the weekend and they are at least five sizes too big so they probably won’t fit until at least next Tuesday but he insists on wearing them around the house.  The shoes are so big that he literally walks right out of them and constantly needs help putting them back on.  After the 57th time he needed help putting his shoes back on yesterday he asked me to help put them on a 58th time.  My patience had worn thin and I said “no”, he said “please” so I said “OK”.  My son must have sensed that I was at wit’s end with the shoes because he then said “You’re the best Dad”.  It worked and I helped him put the shoes on another 46 times that evening.

My son likes bubbles and my wife brought home one of those cheap “Cup O Bubbles”.  You know the kind, pink bottle with solution and pink dipstick that you blow to make bubbles.  We were playing outdoors, I was blowing bubbles and he was chasing them.  It really is cheap and effective entertainment if you need to occupy a two-year old.  The solution ran out and I told him that it was gone and we couldn’t make anymore bubbles.  I tried and tried to get him to understand but it just wouldn’t sink in that you needed solution to make bubbles.  I finally just told him it was broken and his reply was, “needs batteries”.  It seems we live in an electronic age and the solution for any problem is just to “change the batteries”….

About Craig Thompson

I am a young professional with two great sons, and I work in the healthcare setting. I am employed in hospital administration and serve as Chief Operating Officer at Golden Valley Memorial Healthcare in Clinton, Missouri. These are challenging and exciting times in healthcare and my blog will focus on healthcare, raising boys or being raised by boys, and living in mid America.
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One Response to Just what you asked for…

  1. Jim Begin says:

    Your blog ‘needs batteries’. Funny stuff!

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