Blog on the Run: Reloaded

Wednesday, October 29, 2003 9:04 pm

Serpent’s tooth, meet my skin

Filed under: Why, yes, I AM a bad parent. Why do you ask? — Lex @ 9:04 pm

Hooper: “Daddy, turn on music.”

Me: “OK, buddy.” (singing along) “Tell me you will try/To slip away somehow/’Cause I need you, darlin’/I want to see you right now.”

Hooper: “No, Daddy!”

Me (singing along): “Can you slip away/Slip away/Slip away-ay-ay-ay ah,/I need you so.”

Hooper: “No, Daddy! Hurts my ears!”

Me: “What?? Buddy, people actually used to pay your daddy money to sing to them. Granted, most of ’em were higher ‘n paper kites, but still.”

Hooper: “No, Daddy! You make my ears sad!”

Me (sighs): “OK, buddy. I won’t sing anymore.”


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