The Week In Review

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I took my family to an arboretum today. I realize, of course, that in this technological age the concept of a botanical garden devoted to trees seems a bit quaint, but it was pretty cool even if I couldn’t find the Like button, and for some reason there was no porn. And my two boys, five and three, absolutely loved it because it allowed them to do what boys that age do best: Fuck shit up.

We weren’t there five minutes before my five year old was off the path and stomping on a bush. “Hey! What are you doing?!?” I asked. And of course he looked at me with an absolutely puzzled look on his face. “What?” Not only did he have no concept that destroying plants in a place that charges admission to look at said plants might not be appreciated, but he was puzzled as to why no one else but his brother shared his enthusiasm for destroying living things. So I explained to him how important is is to preserve nature, and that this was a place of beauty, and…

Me: HEY!

Son: What?

Me: I’m in the middle of talking to you about leaving the plants alone and you reach out and strip the leaves off of a branch!

Son: No I didn’t.

Me: Yes you did and… THERE YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN!

Son: No I didn’t!

Me: YES YOU DID! LOOK AT ALL OF THE LEAVES IN YOUR HAND!

Son: Oh.

"Well, that's the last time we'll let those kids in here." "You asshole! There will be no more next time. We're ruined!"

"Well, that's the last time we'll let those kids in here." "You asshole! There will be no more next time. We're ruined!"

My three year old, meanwhile, took it upon himself to taunt plants. He’d run up to a cactus and say, “Nyyyyaaaahhhh nyyyaaaahh!” and run away, laughing hysterically. It was as if he was saying, “Ha ha, you motionless motherfucker. Look what I can do!” So we’d have elderly couples, there to appreciate a beautiful 65 degree day by walking through a serene desert garden, and they’d turn the corner and be confronted with a weed-whacker in Keds and a kid giving attitude to shrubbery, all at 140 decibels.

Meanwhile, my eleven year old daughter had shrewdly decided that the best way to get us to buy her something at the gift shop was to power-sulk. This move is accomplished by walking 40 yards in front of us, head down, ignoring all of our calls to stay with the family. And of course, once we got to the gift shop and she discovered that we didn’t feel like rewarding her moody behavior by buying her a piece of shit stuffed rattlesnake doll, the power-sulking went into overdrive. She is fucking eleven. I cannot imagine what her attitude will be like in just a few short years, mainly because I’m having her ungrateful ass shipped off to a nunnery. They still have nunneries, don’t they? They must. Spell check didn’t complain about the word.

Anyway, if you’re ever in the Phoenix metro area, I recommend the Boyce Thompson Arboretum highly. WAY more than the Phoenix Botanical Garden, actually, as that seems to be nothing more than a botanical garden dedicated to showcasing desert weddings. You can imagine what bringing my family there would be like.

Pastor: And do you, Diane Crumbleberg take this man in holy matrimony…

Bride: Hey! What the? HEY! OH MY GOD! STOP IT!!!

Groom: Kid, what the fuck are you doing? Don’t tear at her dress like that!!!

My Five Year Old: What?

My Three Year Old: Nyyyyaaaaahhh nyyyyaaaahhh! (runs off)

Daughter: (Sulks)

"Diane, don't cry. I'm sure no one even noticed that kid peeing on your dress. Besides, his brother tore most of it off anyway."

"Diane, don't cry. I'm sure no one even noticed that kid peeing on your dress. Besides, his brother tore most of it off anyway."

On to the week you missed because you were busy removing cactus needles from your toddler’s fist:

As always, don’t forget to submit any hypothetical question to me today, as long as they pass the Larry Flynt test. I do not want any questions asking me perverted, disgusting things such as whether or not I’d take advantage of the ability to shit beer. Please limit yourself to the mildly disgusting, as is the practice around here.
Ha! Just ran across this at random while looking for another photo. Stay classy, Schlitz!

Ha! Just ran across this at random while looking for another photo. Stay classy, Schlitz!

8 Responses to “The Week In Review”

  1. Vesta Vayne says:

    Oh Mr. Dogs, you are in serious trouble if the nunnery won’t take your daughter. Girls are hell. Pure hell. Basically, we have rocks for brains from ages 12 to 22-ish. Then we come to our senses. But those ten years are going to feel like an eternity…good luck.

  2. Juice says:

    I had a good comment – as always- but then I got wrapped up trying to think of an AWESOME hypothetical.

  3. Brett Minor says:

    My wife pulled into a McDonalds parking lot once so my 5 year old son could run in and used the restroom. The one year old was asleep so she assured him he could go in by himself if he came right back out. She soon saw a crowd of people around the doors and suspected the worst. Her fears were realized when she got inside. He had stepped into the restaurant, dropped his pants and started peeing on the nearest trach can.

  4. Tonya says:

    This morning my 4 year old told his teacher: It’s cold out here for a pimp. Yea. Proud mother right here.

    My point? Kids are primitive, feral little beasts.

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