Revenge

Sons,

I don’t know if you’ll have Twitter when you’re older, so I wanted to make sure I captured this story that I therapeutically put out into Internetland earlier this evening.

Living with people is weird. I love your mother, and I love all of you, and I know this will be funny when I wake up in the morning, but right now I still have a bit of steam coming from the ears.

Enjoy.

I apologize for using you all as a pawn for revenge, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

Love,

Dad

113 comments

  1. I’d say, every parent has a story similar to this in some way shape or form – but you win. This honestly, just made my day. Re-blogging this for sure. Thank you so much for letting us all laugh at your misfortune – means a lot. 🙂

  2. I’m amazed at the places poop shows up at our house. No one ever warned me that becoming a parent means you will find poop in the dog’s hair, hanging out on the living room floor, in my son’s mouth…

  3. That is hilarious! I’m glad you saved it for your sons’ future enjoyment.

    When my son was just a few weeks old, I clipped his nails and nipped that same finger. Our little infant was screaming and flipping me off the rest of the day. My husband thought it was terribly funny.

  4. Oh… FUNNY! Love it, man..gotta love family. Yesterday, my first step of the morning was into a cold, wet hairball. Yay. Go me. Hubby was clueless about my gaggification. Why didn’t I call, “you’re it?” I’m an idiot. Thanks for the tip…

  5. That’s a messed-up story! And when I say messed-up, I mean funny and gross all wrapped up in one squeaky, clean post. Thanks for the midday laughter…
    AnnMarie
    new blogger and fellow cleaner of many messes

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