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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Book Reviews - October 31st, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Book Reviews - October 31st, 2010: "More quick reviews. Not super quick like the last one, but let me know which format you prefer. If you kind of like me switching it up her..."
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: SUPER Quick Comic Reviews - October 28th, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: SUPER Quick Comic Reviews - October 28th, 2010: "This is a super quick rundown to catch up from last week: Hits: Doctor Solar: Man of the Atom #3 - Written by Jim Shooter and Penciled by ..."
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Reviews - October 24th, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Reviews - October 24th, 2010: "Brightest Day #12 - Written by Geoff Johns & Peter J. Tomasi and Art by Patrick Gleason, Scott Clark, Ivan Reis & Joe Prado. Hi, this is D..."
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wolves: Kids, They're What's for Dinner
I told my 3 year old son about the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". He had been lying to us about everything recently, so I thought that I could turn this into a story that fit the best. When telling this story, always make sure the kid actually knows that the wolf is a dangerous creature. That's the first part.
A little bit later I caught my son in a lie again. When I asked him what he learned from the story I told him earlier, he simply stated "that the wolf ate the boy." Well, yeah, sure did. I tried to make this story seem semi-horrific. Nobody wants to be eaten by a wolf. So I asked him why he got eaten by the wolf and it became apparent that it just didn't click in that the boy was lying and nobody believed him when he actually needed help.
I think Disney is to blame for some of this. Now days, creatures like wolves are portrayed as cute, cuddly, and most of all, talkative. But in reality, they can be vicious predators and roam in packs. Oh my gosh, I just described my kids. No wonder they weren't scared by this analogy. Um... nevermind.
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| This is what happened to the Deer who cried "oh crap, wolves, gotta run into a car!" |
I think Disney is to blame for some of this. Now days, creatures like wolves are portrayed as cute, cuddly, and most of all, talkative. But in reality, they can be vicious predators and roam in packs. Oh my gosh, I just described my kids. No wonder they weren't scared by this analogy. Um... nevermind.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Reviews - October 20th, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Reviews - October 20th, 2010: "The Siouxland Voice site has been acting up. So yes, I've been updating my blog. Unfortunately my feed isn't loading there like it shou..."
Monday, October 18, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Reviews - October 18th, 2010
Mark's Comic Book Review Center: Quick Comic Reviews - October 18th, 2010: "Still trying to catch up after the peed on laptop incident. We're still taking donations or check out some ads and help the recovery fund. ..."
My Son the Poopsmith
As the boys were about to settle in tonight, my three year old made the announcement that he had to poop. So I see him going to work in the bathroom. Getting his seat added to the toilet and then his eyes dart back and forth. At that time, I hear him utter the word, "dang." Off he goes to grab his step-stool from his 1 month old brother's room.
So as he got situated finally on the potty, he issues a question to me and my wife from the bathroom. "Hey guys, do you want to know the best part of going to the bathroom that I love the best?" At first, I had no idea what he was saying, nor did my wife. So we asked him to please repeat that. Sure enough, he said just what I had finally put together. Of course, my wife and I oblige the youngster with a obligatory "what?" His response, "pooping!"
This was about as sincere and as heart felt as he gets. He just loves pooping. My boy would then go on to give his own running commentary of what was occurring in the most solemn of places. Why, he even gave a nice "splash!" sound effect for good measure at the moment of triumph.
Oh, but the proud moments do not stop there. Not only that, but when it was time for me to help wipe him, he quickly darts back to the toilet to view his masterpiece. "One chunk!" he echoed to me. Now, he quickly darted to the toilet because sometimes I wipe him and then drop the tissue into the toilet, directly over his Picasso. Usually, that elicits an angry exchange from him. But tonight he could go to sleep proud. He knew that his favorite part of the day had not been sullied by an unforgivable fatherly mistake. Kudos to my young poopsmith, kudos.
So as he got situated finally on the potty, he issues a question to me and my wife from the bathroom. "Hey guys, do you want to know the best part of going to the bathroom that I love the best?" At first, I had no idea what he was saying, nor did my wife. So we asked him to please repeat that. Sure enough, he said just what I had finally put together. Of course, my wife and I oblige the youngster with a obligatory "what?" His response, "pooping!"
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| In case you were wondering, the original Poopsmith |
This was about as sincere and as heart felt as he gets. He just loves pooping. My boy would then go on to give his own running commentary of what was occurring in the most solemn of places. Why, he even gave a nice "splash!" sound effect for good measure at the moment of triumph.
Oh, but the proud moments do not stop there. Not only that, but when it was time for me to help wipe him, he quickly darts back to the toilet to view his masterpiece. "One chunk!" he echoed to me. Now, he quickly darted to the toilet because sometimes I wipe him and then drop the tissue into the toilet, directly over his Picasso. Usually, that elicits an angry exchange from him. But tonight he could go to sleep proud. He knew that his favorite part of the day had not been sullied by an unforgivable fatherly mistake. Kudos to my young poopsmith, kudos.
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