So last week we had a snowstorm and every kid in town spent their day off from school making snowmen and snow forts and snowballs and such. My kid was no different. I really didn't expect him to get that excited about it though because he's 18 years old and nothing excites him. So I was a little surprised when he ran out the front door and started throwing snowballs at my office window.
Then it got quiet. Really really quiet. 15 minutes later, he ran back in and was all "Come meet Steve" and I was all "Ummm, what?" and he was all "Steve the Snowman."
I opened the front door and there stood the scariest fucking snowman I've ever seen.
Now, Steve probably seemed a little scarier than he really was because it was dark outside and the Kiddo positioned him so that he looked like a creepy intruder about to invade either my home or my vagina.
The Kiddo: Creepy, huh?
The Kiddo: He's gonna scare the shit out of Renty in the morning.
Me: Omygod yes! Great idea! High five!
I'm a great parent, aren't I?
What?? You're supposed to encourage your children's creativity. That's what I was doing. Encouraging.
On Becoming My Grandmother
3 months ago