6 thoughts on “*ucker

  1. I used to tell this story about how when Will and Chloe were tiny we would go driving around and I would chatter on about everything hoping they would, perhaps, join in.
    “Hey, there’s a big tree! Look at the red car! I see a doggie!”
    One day I turned onto University just an an immense fuel truck decided it would be quicker and easier for him to pull out and head West instead of going around the block. So, there I am heading right into a semi and I slam on the breaks, swerve and unthinkingly shout out.
    Then, a tiny, tiny voice from the back seat mimics exactly what I had just said.
    So I quickly said, “No, honey, Daddy said ‘other truck’. See? That is the ‘OTHER truck’…”

  2. I used to tell this story about how when Will and Chloe were tiny we would go driving around and I would chatter on about everything hoping they would, perhaps, join in.
    “Hey, there’s a big tree! Look at the red car! I see a doggie!”
    One day I turned onto University just an an immense fuel truck decided it would be quicker and easier for him to pull out and head West instead of going around the block. So, there I am heading right into a semi and I slam on the breaks, swerve and unthinkingly shout out.
    Then, a tiny, tiny voice from the back seat mimics exactly what I had just said.
    So I quickly said, “No, honey, Daddy said ‘other truck’. See? That is the ‘OTHER truck’…”

  3. One time my daughter was telling me about the “other kids” swearing at recess. I said “I hope you aren’t saying bad words, too”. She responded “No, I don’t, I don’t even know what the ‘f word’ even is.”

  4. One time my daughter was telling me about the “other kids” swearing at recess. I said “I hope you aren’t saying bad words, too”. She responded “No, I don’t, I don’t even know what the ‘f word’ even is.”

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