Greatful for poor sound quality....

Sitting at a truck stop in Breezewood, Lily began singing a song that
she heard some apparently young future derilect singing....

"my home, my home, my lovely lady home"

I'm so greatful for crappy song recordings of crappy lyrics.

Ryan Washington
CISSP, CCE, CEH, NSA/IAM, MBA

Out of the mouth...of a different child

It never ceases to amaze me how absorbant children actually are. It
was moments like this that MAE me grateful that I'm not a cussing kind
of guy.
Caleb was asking Janelle something that apparently he was looking
forward to...so it seems. Any, upon positive affirmation, Caleb
replied...and I quote..."SOLID"

Ryan Washington
CISSP, CCE, CEH, NSA/IAM, MBA

Out of the Mouth of Children

My wife and I were talking last night about funny stories of the kids and how they might not seem funny at the time, but are funny years later. The really funny ones are when you laugh when they happen. The hardest part is to not laugh when it really is funny, but you are supposed to be the stern parent. Story and picture ensue:

Having been in the Marines, I learned the fine art of swearing from a long line of hard-charging, high speed, low drag, salty Devil Dogs. I worked in swearing like Picasso worked in oils. I'm talking about finely woven tapestries of vulgarity. Anyway, after getting out of the Marines, cleaning up my act a bit and then having kids, I'm extremely grateful that I no longer work in the fine art of cursory(???). Anyway, sometimes when something did slip, it would come out as a "flipping", "dog crap", "puppy vomit" and my favorite..."frickin'". Well, of all the words I have learned and used over the years, in all the different languages I learned, kids will ALWAYS remember the one word that they were not supposed to hear.

One Sunday morning as we were getting ready for church, we were hustling around trying to get everyone dressed(mostly) and a coat on their bodies(optional...it's a short ride to church...and not snowing that hard). I said, "Lily get your shoes and coat on, we have to get going". (Here it is...)

"I can't find my frickin' shoes!"

An oldie, but a goodie...

I was recently testing the capabilities and artifacts left behind on youtube.com and posted one of my favorite clips of Izzy...

Sarcasm Lost...on a 6 year old...

Yesterday, Caleb was going to surprise me at the dinner table by screaming like an angry pirate(it's a game we play...called "Arg, Pirate"...long story) and he said, "Daddy, close your eyes."
He then asked, "Daddy, are your eyes closed?".
Tightly closing my eyes, I sarcastically said, "No, they're wide open".

SILENCE.

From the other side of the table, my wife whispered, "he doesn't have his glasses on, so he probably can't see you."

There you have it..."Father of the Year" 6 years running.