Not a Cute Kid Story

So, I have posted a couple of cute kid stories; now it is time for something less important, Politics. I could give my own opinions, they are many, more or less informed, almost exclusively informed by what I think is right. I won't go into that right now because it would be too long and maybe a bit boring. I have been perplexed by "Conservatives" since 1994 and Republicans since 1985, so I have some questions.

1. What does Conservative Mean?

2.What is wrong with having a welfare program for the working class?

3.Why is it okay to give huge tax breaks to corporations?

4.Why not give tax breaks to the middle class?

These are the only questions I could think up just now, I am running on two brain cells at the moment and one of them is trying to take care of an eight month baby. (too much coffee, not enough sleep and food.)

I am serious about these questions...really, now I need to find one to answer them.

Two Year Old Talk

Me: Do you know why people have kid's Ruthie?

TYO: Yes!

Me: Why?

TYO: Because Mommies have kids.


Me to Toddler: Is Mommy you?

Ruthie: Yes!

When my son was four my dear wife asked him a similar question. The question was, are you and your dad the same person? Without missing a beat his reply was yes.

(Maybe that is why they get so frustrated when we don't do what they want.)

Okay, Okay, here is a cute kid story.

One morning about a month ago after I had finished my shower and went to turn off the water, something broke. I turned the faucet and turned but the water kept gushing out. I sent Alpha out to get a screwdriver, a wrench and to turn the water off. Has anyone else done plumbing in the nude? well I have. I took the handle off, unscrewed the stem and found that one of the washers was stripped.
Later on, after Ruthie and I came home from dropping the boy off at school and going to the hardware store with supplies to fix the faucet,I found out just how traumatized Ruthie was from the faucet being disassembled. She went straight into the bathroom, grabbed the wrench and tried to put the faucet handles back on.
After finding that she was not able to fix it, she started to cry; not a "things are really bad here dad" cry but a " things aren't bad yet dad, but if you don't come in here and help me soon things will get bad. Especially since I can't handle having shower parts all over the bathroom floor" kind of cry.

As I sat there on the edge of the tub and put the faucet stem back together, Ruthanne continued to help by handing me screwdrivers, faucet parts, wrenches, rubber ducks and she even kept me hydrated. (Toddlers are really capable of so much.)
She was very glad that, when I was finished, the floor was finally clean but she kept telling me that she wanted to do it. It's time to get this girl into a small engine repair of plumbing class.

So, I haven't posted anything in at least a month; too long to have kept anyone remotely interested in my opinions, rants or humor. To add to this I have billed myself as a stay at home dad and I have not written any cute stories about my daughter; nothing... nothing about poop, funny things she has said, what she won't eat and what she will.

My excuse... well, the first that comes to mind is there are plenty of Mom's doing all of the above, and the second is that I am so intoxicated from being with my child that I cannot muster enough sobriety to actually write about her. It's true folks who needs drugs when you have a toddler running around?

They are humorous, playful, energetic and more abstract than Dali on acid, and all you childless folks who wonder why your friends who have kids have no motivation wait until you have a two year old child nuzzle your neck first thing in the morning and say "daddy."

It happened to me this morning and I almost did not make it out the door.

So much for not writing cute kid stories.