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DYLANism: Where’s Mommy?

11/11 My wife had to spend an ‘overnight’ for her job in Jacksonville, FLA. I spoke to her on the phone that night to summarize the day from both sides. I hung up when we were done and asked Dylan, “Do you know who that was?”

She said, “No.”

I said that was mommy. Dylan asks, “Well where’s mommy?”.

I replied, “Jacksonville.”

And without hesitation Dylan responds, “Jacksonville went up the hill to fetch a pail of water….”

DYLANism: on the rocks, no salt

5/11 – After going to the grocery store on a Friday after work, to get a few things for the weekend, we went next door to get a bottle of tequila for some margaritas for the upcoming summer. I walked over to what looked like the familiar label that I like. But when I got to the shelf I realized it was Cuervo Margaritta mix.

The store clerk came over and asked , “Can I help you?”

I said, ” I thought I saw what I was looking for but it wasn’t it.”

Then my 3 year old, that I am carrying the whole time, chimes in to the liquor store lady saying, “No daddy yours is over here”, pointing to a display of Cuervo on the show room floor.

She was right! How embarrassing…my 3yr old can recognize the type of tequila I prefer. I don’t start mixing margaritas until she is in bed. Honest!

DYLANism: “Hey, that hurt my butt!”

9/10 – I was putting Dylan to bed one night and she did not want to lie down. She just wouldn’t listen to my repeated requests to lay down. So, getting more and more frustrated I spanked Dylan’s bottom and laid her down and repeated. “Now lay down and go to sleep.”

Dylan sprang up immediately and said, “Heeeeey! That hurt my butt!”

I said, “What?”

Rebelling she said, “That hurt my butt!” and threw herself back down on her pillow.

I could hardly keep from laughing.                                   

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