So we all were eating dinner last night, a big one for Katie's birthday, when Steve, a 4-year-old, announces with a concerned look on his face, "I have to go pee!"
His mom said, "Well, go ahead and go," as he was getting up to leave.
His five-year-old brother Robbie said, "Stevie, you should say 'I have to go to the bathroom.'"
Steve made no comment. I am unsure if this suggestion will make him any more refined as a person, as he generally has disdain for any kind of correction made to his behavior or his life whatsoever. Even stranger is the extent to which Robbie has become so polite. I am stunned! I had no idea he was that genteel because up until now one his greatest joys is to fart while sitting on your lap.
Now I will have to take my own game up a notch, just to keep from being embarrassed.
About Me
- Dr. Bob
- I have no useful skills or redeeming characteristics, very few friends and lots of annoying habits. Fortunately I've been married 35 years to the most adorable and hardest-working woman in the world. We have two beautiful daughters; one single and one married with three children of her own. I work as a drug dealer. I am and always have been a railfan, but inexplicably had a 30+ year career in the airline industry. This blog concerns insignificant details of life in our sphere of influence, which is quite small and utterly meaningless to most people. The "Little Ranger?" It was the train that ran through my Kansas hometown when I was a stinky little kid. And no, I was never really married to Heather Locklear, everyone just thinks that.
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Through-Not Around-The Rockies
Semaphores at East Lewis, Kans.
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