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What a superbowl party is really like

This is what real life Superbowl party hosting is like. Tay Tay banter included..  First you prep for the big event by spending hundreds of dollars on food that only half will be eaten. You know this going in yet still tell yourself that the more food the better. This is for 20 people Just prior to the Kickoff , words of Taylor Swift already begin. Kids continue to ask if Taylor will be performing.  Some of the adults will be yelling because they lost the “will she show up for the Superbowl or not” bet. Kickoff starts and you realize that someone named blah blah has already won the Bonus 0-0 payout in your Superbowl box pool that you dropped a hundred on. You say hmmmm and already start having conspiracy theories as its someone who is related to the person running the pool.  End of the 1 st draws near . Its only been an hour since the company has arrived and already the food that was beautifully prepared...

But Why?

My daughter has now gotten to the age where she needs to know the answers to everything in life.  She is constantly questioning everything and anything.  About 80% of the time, I dont have a clue how to answer her; simply because I dont know the answer my self. It's at this age I've learned that I am a complete idiot who knows nothing but somehow got by to succeed in life. 

Some examples:

Ava:  Daddy, why do dogs bark?

My inner thought:   Christ on a pony, i have no frikking clue.

Me:  Well, that's the way they talk to each other. 

Ava:  But it always sounds the same.  Why?

My inner thought:  Thats a good frikking question!

Me:  It's not really the same.  Doggies hear different than us so they can tell the difference.

Ava:  But why?

My inner thought:  Google "why do dogs bark when i get home"

Me:  Thats a good question.  I dont know.  (puts head down in shame)

Ava:  But why?

My inner thought:  Ouch

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Me:  Come on Ava, put on your panties. 

Ava:  But I don't want to. 

Me:  Come on.  You have to. NOW!

Ava:  But why?

My inner thoughts:  Because I want you to stay FAR away from the "pole".  

Me:  Because everyone wears underwear. 

Ava:  Why?

My inner thoughts:  Holy shit.  Why do we wear underwear!?

Me:  Look at how funny your sister is being.  (as i distract her to put on her panties)

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Ava:  Daddy, why do birdies fly?

My inner thought:  hmmmmm.. Fck if i know

Me:  That's how they get around.  We walk.  They fly.

Ava:  Why do we walk?

My inner thought:  That's an honest to God great question. 

Me:  What sound does a birdie make {changing the subject}

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Ava:  How come you don't go pp on the potty?

My inner thought:  Shit

Me:  Well, boys and girls go pp differently. 

Ava:  But why?

My inner thought:  Help me Rose. 

Me:  Well boys and girls are different in this way. 

Ava:  But why?

My inner thought:  I honestly don't have a clue why. God made us this way?  Is there a God?  I dont frikking know!?

Me:  Hey, let's go watch Caillou!! 

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Ava:  Daddy, but why do i have to take a nap?

Me:  Well, if you don't take a nap then you will be cranky and then we can't play together later on. 

Ava:  Why will I be cranky if i dont nap?

My inner thought: Thats a dam good question.  I dont have a clue why. Your body is tired?  But why is it tired?  What a bunch of pussies we are as species that we need to take naps to get by in life. Plus, you will be Satan later if you don't.

Me:  Come on.  Take a nap or the crank monster is gonna get you. 

Ava:  I dont LIKE the crank monster!!!  {starts sobbing}

My inner thought:   Shit

Rose:  DANNY!!

My inner thought:   Sigghhhh

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Ava:  Why are you going to the accountant?

My inner thought:  I'm paying a man to help me with my payments to THE MAN.  That's a dam good question. 

Me:  I honestly don't know why. 

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Ava:  Daddy don't goto work.

Me:  I have to.

Ava:  But why?

My inner thoughts:  Do I??

Me:  So I can put food on the table and give you and the girls a place to sleep.

My inner thoughts:  I sooo sound like a dad. 

Ava:  But why?

Me:  Well, we don't want to end up homeless and living on the streets.

Ava:  Cool! I want to live on the streets! 

My inner thoughts:  Shit
 
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Ava:  Daddy, I want to go on the big girl swings.

Me:  No you cannot.  Your too small still for those swings. 

Ava:  But I am a big girl. 

My inner thoughts:  She is absolutely right.

Me: You just can't now. 

Ava:  {sobbing}

My inner thoughts:  Shit. 

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This process is actually helping me to become smarter and more knowledgeable.  

Like, for example, I know all the Disney princesses and their stories.  
But why?  
Well, I have 2 girls.  
But why?  
Well, I dont have any boys and they wouldn't like Princesses.  
But why?  
Because boys like pirates and shit.  
But why?  
Ok, i am just digging my own hole here.  You get the point.  

My inner thought:  It's 2015!  Boys DO play with princesses today! Shut up now before you get yourself in trouble!!

But why?


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