Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Back to Words: My New Catchphrases

I’m glad that the photos of Zach are so popular.  Even though he’s my own boy, it’s easy to belive that he’s especially fun to watch and look at, but that could be a father’s pride.  However, I’m not going to post photos of him that are shot so poorly that he looks drunk, drugged, or mad at me.  So sorry, folks, if you’re here for photos instead of words - my world is turning back into my world, and right now the words are all I have.  Words, and a handful of underexposed photos of the boy acting unphotogenic.  But those, I keep purely for purposes of future extortion, not general public entertainment.

So: words.  Here are two phrases I now am able to enjoy saying on a semi-regular basis, that previously were not part of my usual repertoire:

* Care for some bouncy-seat action?
* All the good nipples are dirty.

Use them in good health.  Aunt Heather comes into town to visit this evening from Huntington Mills, PA.  She’s a lot of fun and I’m looking forward to seeing her.  So let’s get on with this day already!  My seat’s a-bouncing and that doesn’t look too dirty to me....

heh.  at least you aren’t talking about bouncing nipples ... that gets into a whole different kind of territory.

have fun with aunt heather.

dude, admit it, you’ve ALWAYS been all about the bouncy-seat action.

i dare you to use both of those lines outloud to the stranger next to you during your Muni ride this morning....

Er.... Dan?  What appears to you to be photos of Zach that are shot so poorly that he looks drunk, drugged, or mad at me..... would be photos the rest of us would giddily gush over how awfully cute he is!  Please indulge us!!

I like your words....and your photos...so either way it all works for me...you bouncy seat boy you.

Congratulations! 

Wait until he’s older.  You get to say lots of fun things that you never thought you would say.  My favorites were, “No, Charlotte, we don’t touch bloody rags that are lying on the street” and “Yes, you have to wash both hands even though you only got pee on the one.”

What a long strange trip you’re in for.

Dude, I can remember some great conversations that started and focused on those darn bottle nipples. I remember walking into a crowded room once and asking my wife loudly “where are the nipples”. My friends, of course, made this moment all too tense for me and my wife as she doesn’t enjoy being embarrassed.

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