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Bad Dad
Kids are smart. They learn things on the first try. Here's some evidence of me needing to practice honing my fatherly instincts.
1. Feeding = throwing.
When Jack was younger, sometimes he wouldn't eat his food. So I'd take a piece of it, and throw it to the dogs. He'd laugh (jack, not the dogs), so I threw it higher into the air so the dogs would jump for it. Hilarity ensued. And now, Jack throws his food when he gets bored with it.
2. Riding the dogs.
If Jack were to start crying, sometimes I'd throw him on the back of the dogs and let him ride them around. He thought this was funny. Now, 10 pounds heavier, Jack jumps on the dog and rides them when they're laying down. Poor dogs.
3. Belching.
He can't quite do this on command, but it's funny to hear him grunt and try it.
4. Sticking out his tongue.
Still cute, although perhaps not great at fancy dinners.
Bonus Dad story:
Jack was constipated, and was really having a hard time clearing things out. He'd grunt and grunt to no avail. I rushed out to the store and bought him some prune juice, which usually does the trick. I immediately gave him a small can of it, and he drank it pretty fast. I thought he was thirsty, so I gave him another can, which he drank. At this point he consumed about one Coke-can size worth of prune juice.
After which we played, and while I was doing the dishes, he hung out and played with his blocks. He threw his cup of water (see item above), and it got all over him. I finished the dishes, and we went into the family room to play. Working through flash cards (he's really good at these!), he started to do his grunt again.
I felt bad because he was still constipated, and he really must feel terrible since he needed to poop and couldn't. He kept grunting, while I started cleaning things up. I turned on the TV for him to watch Thomas the Train.
Then he squatted down, and kept grunting. Poor kid. He bent over, and looked underneath. Probably wondering where the poop was.
His pants were still wet from when he spilled water on him, and so he probably wasn't comfortable with wearing wet pants. He kept pulling at his pants, so I figured it might be time to change him.
He came up to me, and had a big smile on his face. Well, maybe he was able to poop a little. I looked down at his pants, and he must've really sat in the water, because the whole backside and all down his legs was wet. But on closer inspection, it was clear it wasn't water.
All up and down his pants, overflowing his diaper, and into his socks was the biggest poop explosion I've ever seen. A genuine Poo-cano of Mount St. Helens strength. We immediately threw him into the bath, and the clothes into the washer. Poor kid.
Who would've guessed 12 ounces of prune juice would immediately clear any clog. Well, I guess any normal human being would've guessed. Except me. :)
Poor Jackie.






























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