When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things…
…and now that I am a father I can take them out again and play!
the great thing about being a father (part 1)
E.D. Kain is a blogger and freelance writer. Currently he serves as Editor-in-Chief of The League of Ordinary Gentlemen and writes a tech blog at Forbes. Visit his politics blog here. He can be found occasionally composing 140 character cultural analysis on Twitter. His writing has appeared in The Atlantic, The National Review, The Washington Examiner, and the now-defunct True/Slant. You can also contact him via email.
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Borat: “I do a picture, only small, of the Tishnik Masacre. Where many Uzbeks…crushed!”
Kindly Gray Hippie: “How did you feel when you drew this?”
Borat: “Very proud!”.
KGH: “I’m just listening with sadness…a little sadness for your people…?”
Borat: “Yes…no, it is not sad. It is us who do the kill!”
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My own daughter, not quite two years old, has adopted an addiction to hide-and-seek. An addiction her father happily feeds.
It only gets more fun E.D. Just wait until they are old enough that you can show them your favorite movies and warp them with your tastes in music. I think my kids (10 and 14) are the only ones in their schools that know about The Goonies and The Go-Gos.
Yes – hide and seek and chase…my daughter is big into dancing also, and since my wife thinks I’m an awful dancer I take advantage of this…
Ah yes – gotta love the Goonies…I’m totally getting my kids hooked on fantasy books and movies, too.
A couple of the most joyous moments I have had as a father were waiting in line at midnight with my oldest daughter for the last two Harry Potter books to be released, then racing home to see who could finish them first.
I spent considerable time this weekend dying loudly and dramatically in my friends’ driveway, to the glee of my other friends’ children. And ended up with my jeans covered in sidewalk chalk.
Ie, I hear ya.
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