Thursday, September 17, 2009
AND KIDS ARE EVEN EASIER TO TRAIN THAN PUPPIES
My past few blogs have been documenting my prowess as a puppy trainer.
In fact one of my readers (Harmzie, I’m talking about you) has even suggested that this is turning into a parenting blog.
You ARE starting a parenting blog! I am totally coming here for advice and questions.
No. 1 - where do I get one - oops, three - of those collars that you tug on three times?
Harmzie is, of course, busting my chops. What she doesn’t know is that back in the day I wrote a book on parenting. While the book never got picked up, several of the chapters were published in Parents Magazine.
Below is one that ran 20 years ago. It was slightly updated to run as a guest blog in July, but for those of you who missed it, I’m confident that my sage advice is timeless.
And no, you will not be needing a rolled up newspaper.
My nephew... like I said, kids are even easier to train than puppies.
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“HEY, DAD, HOW DO YOU MAKE A BABY?” AND OTHER TRICK QUESTIONS.
Whenever I asked my father a question about baseball, he always had an answer.
When I asked him why the sky was blue, he told me to look it up in the encyclopedia.
And when I asked him anything else, he's say, "go ask your mother."
Modern fathers are not allowed to cop out quite so fast. Fathering today means more than the physical act of procreation. It is no longer acceptable for a man to father a child, roll over and go to sleep. Men have to "be there" for their children
So we learn things like how to change diapers, how to stuff screaming two-year-olds into snowsuits, and what to do when the baby eats the carpet sweepings. It's not that difficult. Any man who's ever had a puppy can get the hang of it.
The tricky part comes when, unlike puppies, the kids start talking...and asking tough questions. Most men are totally unprepared. Certainly our fathers never trained us to discuss anything deeper with children than "keep your eye on the ball, son." Or "that's a pretty little dress you have on today, Princess."
Don't despair. A little preparation helps. Here then, are some questions I have fielded from my own kids. As you run through the list you may wonder how old the inquisitive child will be when he or she asks that particular gem. A safe bet is to remember how old you were when that question crossed your own curious little mind.
Then subtract five.
On Divorce
Q. If you and Mommy get divorced, who will I live with?
A. We won't get divorced.
Q. But what if you do?
A. Then you'd live part time with me and part time with Mommy. You'd have your own room and your own toys in each house.
Q. That sound O.K. Do you think you'll ever get divorced?
A. No. We can't afford it
On Physical Differences
Q. How come you have hair there?
A. All men have hair there. It's the law.
Q. Will I get hair there?
A. Do you want hair there?
Q. No.
A. Then you won't get any.
On Racial Differences
Q. How come some people have black faces and some people have flesh colored faces?
A. I'll tell you when we get out of the elevator.
On Language
Q. What's a bastard?
A. It's a bad word.
Q. I know, but what does it mean?
A. It's a person whose mother and father aren't married.
Q. Are they divorced?
A. Ummm...it's more like they never got married in the first place.
Q. You mean you can have a baby even if you're not married?
A. Only if you don't eat your vegetables.
On Trust
Q. Is there really a tooth fairy?
A. How do you think the money gets under your pillow?
Q. Gregory said your mother and father put it there.
A. Did he ever actually see his mother and father put money under his pillow?
Q. No.
A. Then there's a tooth fairy.
On Relationships
Q. Guess who I met today?
A. I give up.
Q. Marcy's Mommy's boyfriend's first wife.
On Breast Size
Q. How come that lady has big boobies and Mommy doesn't?
A. What lady?
Q. The one you've been staring at.
A. Oh...how about if Daddy buys you some ice cream?
On Animals
Q. What are those two dogs doing?
A. They're practicing to be acrobats. If they get three more dogs and they make a pyramid, they'll get a job in the circus.
On Economic Status
Q. Are we rich or poor?
A. We're middle.
Q. What's middle mean?
A. It means we can afford ESPN on cable, but Mommy's gonna have to drive the Toyota for another year.
On Parental Restrictions
Q. How come I can't see that movie?
A. You're too young.
Q. How come Jeffy's father let him see that movie?
A. I told you yesterday, Jeffy's father is totally irresponsible, morally corrupt and has no idea how to raise children in today's world.
Q. I told Jeffy's father you said that, and he said he's coming over to talk to you right after his karate lesson.
On Sex
Q. Did you and Mommy do it before you were married?
A. Never.
Q. Not ever?
A. Absolutely not. Daddy wouldn't lie to you about something like that.
On Idols
Q. When I grow up, can I dress like Amy Winehouse?
A. Over my dead body. Next question.
That was just a small sampling. There are a million and one other questions a father should brace himself for. Some of those include:
What happens to people after they die?
What does God look like?
How come people in Chinese restaurants have crooked eyes?
If smoking is bad for you, how come you do it?
What's a hooker?
If I'm not allowed to pick my nose in public, how come Uncle Phil can?
Do you and Mom still have sex or did you stop after I was born?
How many times a week do you do it?
If you believe in God, how come you never go to church?
Did you ever cheat on your income taxes?
What does S&M stand for?
Did you and Mom ever smoke pot?
The questions will come at you fast and furious. Even when you're tempted to lie, don't try it. Today's kids are much too smart. Better to be prepared with some stock answers, which work for almost all occasions. These include:
Shut up and eat your broccoli.
Have you done your homework tonight?
Daddy's busy now.
Here's twenty dollars. Go to the mall.
I'll tell you when you're older.
And finally, when push comes to shove, there's always Old Reliable.
You're sitting on the sofa watching a football game, and your cherubic little five-year-old climbs onto your lap and says, "Daddy, how do you make a baby?" you can always do what I did.
Reach deep down into your male heritage, and like your father before you and his father before him, turn gently to your child and say, "Go ask your mother."
Marshall posted on September 17, 2009 8:43 PMBest birthday present ever! How did you know? I thought *I* was stalking *you*? I'm so confused now. I mean moreso.
I don't like this advice, since I'd be the mother in this scenario. Now I need to get a nanny.
harmzie posted on September 17, 2009 11:45 PMAs the father of a five week old girl... You have realy scared me because my wife has said we should never lie to our daughter... If our daughter ever repeats any of my answers to my mother in law then I will be in a whole heap of trouble!!!
Sean Packman posted on September 18, 2009 4:06 AMCheers for making me smile on a day when I felt quite miserable - you Sir, are a star!
Lizzie posted on September 18, 2009 6:29 AMHilarious!
If that's who I think it is, your nephew will never live that down!!!!
Brittany posted on September 18, 2009 9:35 AMHi Marshall!
Reading your blog today made me remember all the fun my wife and I had when our little man (he's 19 now) was young.
One time when our son Ian was about 2 years old and I was still new on the police dept he desperately wanted a ride in a police car...on a real street and not in the station parking lot as that was for little kids. So one Sunday I told my wife Margit to have him at home ready for his ride in the police car. I pulled in the driveway strapped him in the front seat and drove him around our quiet little block to make his dream come true. Well, we haven't driven for 2 seconds when another driver sees the police car motions for me to stop across from him and asks me for directions as he is a tourist and has lost his way. The tourist sees Ian in the front seat and asks me who the little boy is. I'm panicking inside cool outside thinking I'm going to get reported and disciplined for our little adventure, I tell the tourist that he's a lost little boy and that I'm in the process of getting him home. The tourist asks me if this is the kind of city where all the lost little boys look a lot like the local cops and told me I should try to get him home before his "dad" got home from work or I'd be getting myself in a lot of trouble!
Johnny
Johnny posted on September 18, 2009 11:23 AMFirst of all, "carpet sweepings"? Who sweeps carpet?
Second, in the racial differences dections I read "faces" as "feces", and was really wondering how that had anything to do with race. More like iron consumption.
And finally, my seven-year-old son and I were reading a book about the human body, and we got to the part about babies being made. He didn't even flinch at the sperm/egg stuff. But when I told him how the baby gets OUT, he said, "HOW? That hole is so small!" Then I went into this grand explanation involving cervical dilation and his eyes glazed over, thankfully.
Suzy Voices posted on September 18, 2009 4:43 PM