Darth Daddy and the Garden Hose

What you are about to read is true to the best of my knowledge. All of the events are entirely made up and names have been changed to protect the ignorant. My name is Jory.

For those of you who don't know me, I am Elissa's husband and father of the three random children that you may see wandering around on this website.

"No, it's not true! Obi-Mom told us that you killed him!"

Uh, excuse me for a minute ... "Search your feelings Alex, you know it's true. I AM your father!"

"Oh, ok Daddy!"       


Alright, now that we have that settled, I still have yet to figure out why this kid runs around the house humming the Imperial March (you know, ole' Darth Vader's theme song from Star Wars) but hey, whatever, it's pretty funny. As long as Louisa doesn't grow up talking like Yoda.

Speaking of funny, today my son comes up to me carrying the garden hose. How was I supposed to know that it was his newest best friend?

"Hi!"

Uh, yeah, hi there Alex.

"I'm a snake!"

Oh right, the hose. Hi hose ... I mean, Mr. Snake.

"We're going to Charlie's!"

Cool. Uh, who the heck is Charlie?

"Bye!"

Yeah, later dude.

So he takes off running across the yard dragging the garden hose, and then "Bam!" he hits the end and goes flying head over heels. As he is laying there sprawled in the grass he says "We're there!" It was the funniest thing. Well at least to me it was.

Ok, time for me to go now. For those of you I don't know, it was great meeting you, stop by again some time. And if you do know me already ... your face looks really familiar, but I just can't recall where I know you from. It's right there ... ah, forget it. I'll remember like in the middle of next week when it doesn't matter anymore.

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