Don't tell Samson, but I've been having just as much fun with his new kitchen as he has. (He's probably already figured it out...)
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- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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- Decisions, decisions
- Sam can cook
- Not quite Maxwell's silver hammer
- The karmic wheel spins
- What would Sir Edmund Hillary do?
- Ducks + pins = awesome.
- Sam in a box
- Vicki the ninja
- Ben Stein, philosopher
- The poor man's zoo
- Sentencing
- Down at the station...
- Attack of the clones
- The ladies' man
- The Ocean
- Happy New Year!
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2 comments:
dude, when can I come over and cook?
cacob, you can come to my house to play whenever you want.
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