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Stuff from the kid's deep thoughts
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From the five year old nephew of my GF, during a potty time argument with his mother at bedtime. She was doing the standard mom harangue of "stop whining" while trying to get him changed into pajamas. He came running out into the common area, pants around his ankles, stopped and said in a very serious voice: "No, mother. I prefer to keep whining."
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.
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(05-29-2015, 04:21 PM)Blindgreed1 Wrote: When I kicked my ex out of the house, I took a week off of work to get the kids situated and figure out where I was with bills and such due to her narcotics addiction. After about the third day into my week off I was negotiating a payment on the phone and my daughter (5 at the time) came inside and sat down next to me patiently waiting for me to get off the phone. After I hung up, she said "Daddy open your hand." I opened my hand up and she placed 3 small stones in my palm. They were pretty stones with quartz and mica and they had a dark green hue to them. To this day I can't figure out where she could have found them, as these rocks are not native to our region. She explained in her tiny little cute voice that "These are our new family stones. There is one for each of us and as long as I always keep them together we would always be safe and stay together." Yeah... I cried. Gave her a big hug and a kiss. The stones are currently in the top drawer of my dresser. I look at them every day before I head off to work.

I like that story.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#23
(12-18-2015, 06:59 AM)Maggot Wrote:
(05-29-2015, 04:21 PM)Blindgreed1 Wrote: When I kicked my ex out of the house, I took a week off of work to get the kids situated and figure out where I was with bills and such due to her narcotics addiction. After about the third day into my week off I was negotiating a payment on the phone and my daughter (5 at the time) came inside and sat down next to me patiently waiting for me to get off the phone. After I hung up, she said "Daddy open your hand." I opened my hand up and she placed 3 small stones in my palm. They were pretty stones with quartz and mica and they had a dark green hue to them. To this day I can't figure out where she could have found them, as these rocks are not native to our region. She explained in her tiny little cute voice that "These are our new family stones. There is one for each of us and as long as I always keep them together we would always be safe and stay together." Yeah... I cried. Gave her a big hug and a kiss. The stones are currently in the top drawer of my dresser. I look at them every day before I head off to work.

I like that story.
She's really turned into quite the caretaker of the family. My son got laid off right before Thanksgiving, so she picked up extra hours at her job and coordinated the christmas shopping between her and I to make sure my grandchildren have a good christmas. Proud papa here.
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