Posts Tagged ‘children’

Tugging

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

When I hear about the intense pride, affection and love that my friends have for their children, I sometimes feel a little tug. A quick grasp on my leg. I look down and

"Come play with me, Daddy," she says, and her red hair bounces slightly as she cranes her neck to look at me. I reach out and her hand is swallowed whole by my huge hairy paw. We walk down the beach and talk amongst the crabs and seashells of toys and boys and everything between. She speaks quickly in an almost nonstop flow of chatter about her imaginary friends and her adventures and her dreams and aspirations and why she wants to be an astronaut and ride dolphins in space. I nod without condescension and my smile on the inside threatens to split me like a pinata.

She talks about marrying her daddy and tells me she loves me. I love her too and tell her that her daddy is the only person she could marry, because no other man would treat her the way that she deserves. She looks me in the eyes sagely, nods her head, and changes the subject to her disdain for dolls and her love of robots who transform. I teach her about truth and justice and why Superman is the best hero ever. She teaches me about beauty and grace and why dirty hands and messy faces don't really matter.

She gets older and I am her protector and knight in armor. I shield her from the horrors of the world while teaching her to be vigilant and savvy. We talk about weighty issues and her innocence and optimism pull me back from the brink of darkness repeatedly. I hesitantly let her venture out alone. I hold my breath and sit by the door until she returns. I rebel against her independence and strength until I realize that it is a reflection of me, only more perfect.

I'm her best friend. Her confidante. She tells me everything when I tuck her in and read her stories. She calls me from school and talks about her classes and boyfriends. She asks me about my life and pushes me to do more. She's never embarrassed of me or ashamed that I am the way I am. She embraces it all and loves me as unconditionally as I love her.

When she brings him home, I hate him. He's taking her away from me. "I'll always belong to you, Daddy," she says, taking my hand, reading my mind. I wonder when she became so perceptive. Her china white fingers look so fragile, but I know she's strong. I have to let her go. Someone with her spirit and courage needs to belong to the world. I've done my job and can't be selfish any longer.

There's that tug again. A quick grasp on my leg. I look down and

It must have just been my imagination.

Children's Gift Guide for People Who Hate Kids

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

As everyone probably knows, with the exception of the children of a few friends, I hate your kids.

But that doesn't mean I don't have to buy gifts for them sometimes. I buy all the gifts in our household so I've had to figure out some good gifts to get for nieces and nephews and the kids of my friends. It can be a tricky minefield to navigate, though, so I wanted to put together a little "Dos" and "Don'ts" guide for those of you who hate kids but still have to buy gifts for them. If you want any of the items that are good gifts for kids, you can visit "Good For The Kids" and use the promotional code herekiddiekiddie to get 20% off through end of 2009 with no minimum order!

For a brand new baby:

Now, you might think that the best gift for an infant would be something to keep him or her occupied and quiet. Something like this:

It would seem like it could work perfectly, right? It's shiny, so the baby's eyes will be distracted, plus there's an end to stick in her mouth, and it's almost as long as a baby is tall, so it can act as a full body pillow, too. However, most parents would probably be displeased if you proffered this amazing gift to their infant. Instead, try this:

WubbaNub Soothie Pacifier - Blue Pony Horse

WubbaNub Soothie Pacifier - Blue Pony Horse

For only $12.99, this pacifier will allow a parent to distract her child for at least a few more minutes, giving them a little more precious time to use Twitter or booze it up.

For a toddler:

Once again, you would think that a great gift for a toddler would be something that would prevent his or her little hands from getting into everything. Something that could distract them and help stimulate their growing brains by teaching them problem solving techniques. A gift you might think of would be something like this:

Duct tape can be used to tape arms and legs to walls or chairs, and a small piece can even be used over mouths. The high adhesion level of duct tape can teach children about persistence and they can use ingenuity to find sharp edges to cut themselves free. While this seems like the perfect gift, apparently it's not. Instead, try this:

Melissa and Doug Classic Shape Sorting Cube

Melissa and Doug Classic Shape Sorting Cube

For only $14,99, this classic shape sorting cube can teach toddlers about pattern recognition, shapes, and advanced physics. Plus, once their arms get a bit stronger, the shapes are the perfect size and weight for hurling across the room right into Mommy's face, giving her a black eye!

For pre-schoolers:

The preschooler has a hard road ahead of him or her. Newly potty trained, about to start going to class with a bunch of strangers, getting pushed into trying to read letters – this can be a lot of stress! Stress can result in intestinal distress and blockages that can result in illness. So what better gift could you possibly give to a preschooler than this:

But nooooo on the enema. Parents don't want their three year-old sticking tubing in their ass and pumping it full of warm water. Who knows why not? Parents make some crazy decisions in today's world. Maybe, instead of an enema, you could get them something like this:

Melissa and Doug Make-Your-Own Monster Puppet

Melissa and Doug Make-Your-Own Monster Puppet

A Make Your Own Monster Puppet can teach kids valuable creative skills, plus they can learn about anatomy. Monster arms, legs, and presumably a huge monster penis to attach! And if there's no penis, you can make your own out of a sock filled with paper.

For elementary school aged kids:

Kids aged 4-8 are naturally curious. They'll get their hands into everything they can, and they'll poke, prod, feel, touch, and explore as much as possible. Your best bet is to feed that curiosity, especially with a gift like this:

You'd think that giving a child a tool to learn about pregnancy, oral sex, anal sex, and vaginal intercourse, while also giving them plenty of surfaces and orifices to touch and experiment with, would be perfect. It's not. Instead, try this:

Melissa and Doug Role Play Police Officer Dress-Up Costume

Melissa and Doug Role Play Police Officer Dress-Up Costume

Your child's natural curiosity can now be met by dressing up as a figure of authority and telling other children to disrobe so that they can play police AND doctor. See? Multitasking and roleplaying are two additional skills that he or she can learn.


What other gifts can you get for all of those despised children? Check out "Good For The Kids" and use the promotional code herekiddiekiddie to get 20% off through end of 2009 with no minimum order!

Shut the fucking baby-making factory down

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

duggar-family_lThe Duggar family is expecting another child. This will be their 19th. What the fuck? How do they even have sex anymore? It must be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.

In honor of their 19 spawn, here are some 19-numbered lists that may be of some help to the Duggar family and any other idiots who want to follow in their footsteps. [Credit goes to Britt for the post idea]

19 ways to know you have too many kids:

  1. Toilet paper runs out every day
  2. Mediators are needed for a family fight
  3. You have to go through 10 names before you remember the right name for your kid
  4. You lost one kid in the couch for three days one time without noticing
  5. Family sports day requires a draft pick
  6. Nike has approached you about opening up a sweatshop
  7. Denny's changes its "Kids Eat Free" policy to limit 10 children
  8. Teaching them how to drive ends up being a demolition derby
  9. It takes fucking forever to get seated at Olive Garden
  10. Angelina Jolie sends you hate mail
  11. Ninjas
  12. Your vagina makes a whistling sound when there's a breeze
  13. Your kids have siblings that they've never spoken to in person
  14. When 1 in 10 kids will experiment with drugs and you have two crackheads in your house
  15. You've started pulling baby names from the phone book at random
  16. You're not quite sure what silence is
  17. The CDC is sent in when several kids have dirty diapers
  18. Talking about the birds and bees requires a Power Point presentation, an auditorium, and engraved invitations
  19. You can't sit on a barstool without sliding down to the floor

19 things that Michelle Duggar should put in her vagina instead of Jim Bob's cock:

  1. Trampoline
  2. Exit Sign
  3. Turnstile
  4. Geo Metro
  5. Denver Broncos
  6. Four bottles of wine (room temperature)
  7. Ninjas
  8. Steam room
  9. Clothesline
  10. Sponge
  11. Tension cables
  12. New bedroom
  13. Shoe closet
  14. Wet bar
  15. Bouncer
  16. 50" Plasma TV
  17. Mini golf course
  18. Topiary garden
  19. Maternity ward

19 things that Jim Bob Duggar should put his cock into instead of Michelle's vagina:

  1. Large bowl of jello
  2. Freezer
  3. Safety Deposit Box
  4. Apple pie
  5. Michelle's ass
  6. Penis Hall of Fame
  7. Headlock
  8. Military School
  9. Rehab
  10. Paris (Hilton, not the city)
  11. Kevlar
  12. Ninjas
  13. Something more comfortable
  14. Retirement
  15. Miss USA pageant
  16. Microwave
  17. My car (but out of my dreams)
  18. A bottle of Valium
  19. Bronze statue mold

19 things birth control methods they should try:

  1. Hammer
  2. Vise grips
  3. Anal
  4. Rubber band
  5. Vagina Dentata
  6. Pussy guillotine
  7. Little helmet
  8. Trampoline
  9. Ninjas
  10. Rosie O'Donnell
  11. Pierced Urethra
  12. Chastity belt
  13. Donkey Punch
  14. Fondue pot
  15. Ebola
  16. Nut punch
  17. Fart in a can
  18. Lasers
  19. Sharks

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Do you spank your kids?

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

Last night on "Clearly, You're Retarded", my special guest host Faiqa and I discussed spanking as a form of discipline. If you want to check out the show, you can download the episode and listen to it or subscribe to the podcast on iTunes.

The interesting part of the show was the chatroom. While there were a few staunch anti-spanking people in there, for the most part, people seemed to agree that some type of physical discipline was necessary to make sure that your kids don't turn out to be spoiled rotten brats.

I support spanking, but within limits. It should never be done out of anger. It should never reach the level of a beating or physical abuse. And it should be limited to children from the ages of 3/4-9/10.

I don't think that spanking is the only discipline or the first resort. I think that it's just one tool that needs to be used at certain times under certain parameters, and in order for your child to turn out as good as possible, you need to use every tool in your arsenal.

Spanking is not lazy parenting. In fact, I think that if you don't spank or use any physical discipline at all, you're doing your children a disservice.

Super Happy Special Announcement

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

Tonight there is a brand-new installment of "Clearly, You're Retarded" with a twist! Britt isn't able to do the show tonight, so instead, I have a super special guest host, Faiqa!

Faiqa is willingly stepping into Britt's shoes for the night to talk about spanking. Is it beneficial? Are people who don't spank bad parents? Why am I such an asshole?

All of these topics and more will be discussed at 9 PM EST. If you're going to listen, I strongly suggest that you download the TalkShoe Pro software – it's free and much more stable than the web interface.

Listen live online here: Clearly, You're Retarded

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Amber Alert: Missing Children

Friday, November 7th, 2008

Many of you were wondering why I kept pestering each of you for photos of yourself as a child. As part of our theme of an old abandoned carnival, the concept was designed around the idea that the reason the carnival shut down was that all of the kids disappeared. And here's what we did with those photos (you can also see the Flickr set here):

Avitable

Amy

Angie

Hellohahanarf

Copasetic Beth

Sybil Law

Mr. Fabulous

Carolina

Dave2

Delmer

Geeky Tai Tai

Coal Miner's Granddaughter

Hilly

Girl Dislocated

Britt

Faiqa

Jane

John

Karl

LeSombre

Mike

Millie

Penny

Poppy

Jared

Tariq

Mark

Stephanie

Turnbaby

Finn

Battered and bruised

Monday, July 14th, 2008

I'm sitting here at 11:00 on Sunday night, trying to write a post. Every time I type a key, I wince – every movement sends pain throughout my body. My body is black and blue, and it hurts to breathe.

Did I get into a car accident? Nope.
Did I get thrown from a bull? Nope.
Did I jump from a plane and land without the parachute opening? Nope.

I watched Britt's kids.

Being the amazingly wonderful and nice person that I am, I agreed to watch the kids over at our house while Britt and my wife went shopping. Last time I watched them, they were great and I could almost see how cool it would be to have children.

This time was different.

Oh so different.

Devin and Emma, or, using the codenames I assigned to them, Ignoratron and Lil' Ninja Punchalot, respectively, decided that this Sunday was going to be a day of boundaries. Pushing them. Testing them. Outright destroying them.

While I'd love to recap the minute-by-minute detail of the five longest hours in my life, every time I try, I just break down and sob inconsolably. Instead, here are some of the highlights, if they can be called that:

1:00 – Britt drops the kids off and runs out the door laughing maniacally.
1:02 – They're bored.
1:15 – Ignoratron decides that he'd rather hammer nails into the table than the wood I provided.
1:18 – Lil' Ninja Punchalot decides to take her shoes off and see if she can hit me in the forehead with them. She can.
1:30 – Ignoratron has concluded that "Stop doing that" means "Please do that with more enthusiasm".
1:48 – Lil' Ninja Punchalot likes to sit on the ottoman and slam her head backwards into the person sitting in the chair behind her. My crotch may never recover.
2:00 – I fall asleep in the chair while the kids are actually quietly watching TV.
2:30 – I wake up wrapped in duct tape, with a nail sticking out of my knee, unicorn temporary tattoos covering the right side of my face, and Lil' Ninja Punchalot using me as her own personal trampoline. Ignoratron is nowhere to be seen.
3:15 – Ignoratron pulls into the driveway. Apparently, he decided to borrow the car and go to the liquor store. Now his breath smells like tequila.
3:44 – I finally extricate myself from the duct tape. Lil' Ninja Punchalot karate chops my nuts and Ignoratron does a flying kick to my head.
3:52 – I catch both of them at last. Ignoratron goes into the hamper and Lil' Ninja Punchalot gets put into a pillowcase. I tape the openings up and throw both of them into the laundry room.
3:53 – Shit. They've escaped. Someone gnawed a hole in the wall.
4:12 – Lil' Ninja Punchalot ambushes me from her perch on top of the refrigerator while Ignoratron uses a taser on me.
5:00 – I wake up as they are dragging me to the pool with a giant stone tied to my waist. I manage to stay my execution by promising them both large sums of money.
5:15 – I convince them that Monopoly money is actually Euros and worth more than the dollar.
5:48 – Lil' Ninja Punchalot whips out her butterfly knife and cuts my toe off. Ignoratron helpfully puts it back on my foot with a hammer, nail, and duct tape.
6:00 – Britt tries to drop Amy off and leave without the kids, but I throw myself onto the hood of her car and hang on until she agrees to take them back.
6:01 – I call and schedule my vasectomy.


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Pedophobe

Monday, June 9th, 2008

It all started innocently enough, with my phone ringing.

"Yes, Britt?" I answered.
"Hey, I was just wondering, SNOORKGARSHHHHH," she exhaled smoke while talking, "do you want to catch a movie this afternoon?"
"Sure! That would be fun."
"So, yes? SHMOOOWANGKAKASHHH And you're not going to renege on me or ditch me?"
"Of course not! I promise, we'll go see a movie!"
"Ok, cool. Thekdsniwllbeready at 1:30."
"What was that?"
"Thekdsniwllbeready at 1:30."
"Did you just say 'The kids and I will be ready?' You mean it won't just be us?"
"Yup! You promised!" *Click*
"Fuck."

When I go to the movies, I like to be the person who looks down on the people with the loud children. I didn't want to be those people! So I grumbled on the way to the movie theater. And I rolled my eyes and sighed at all of the parents trying to wrangle their little shithead kids into the theater. And I complained at the fact that the theater's seats didn't have cupholders and the armrests were fixed in position. And I gave the evil eye to the little fuckwits who sat behind me and insisted on mindlessly chattering throughout the movie. And I mentally kicked the twat (who insisted on making us get up so she could squeeze by rather than going the easier route on the other side) square in the face.

Throughout the entire process of buying tickets and standing in line at the concession stand and trying to convince Emma that the movie theater was not too scary to enter, I was sending out negative mental vibes. To every parent there I was thinking, "Fuck you, I don't like your kids and don't want them near me. I will drop-kick them so quickly if they so much as look at me wrong." And I realized that these vibes seemed to be working! Parents were shying away from me, grabbing their kids by the hand, looking at me angrily, and some of them even covered their kids' eyes (so as to keep them from looking at me wrong, I was guessing).

I was pretty proud of this newfound psychic power! I could make people turn away and leave me alone just by thinking really mean thoughts. After the movie was over, I tried it again. While waiting for Britt and her kids to use the bathroom, I stood by the bathroom door and looked each kid in the eye meaningfully, thinking mean thoughts and thinking about transmitting those thoughts to the kids and their parents. And sure enough, it worked! The parents would grab their kid and give me a wide berth and they would glare at me as they did so.

When we got back to Britt's house, I had to tell Britt. "I think I'm psychic now!" I explained in detail what happened.

"Yeah?" she said, "Is that what you think?"

"Well, of course. What else could it have been?"

"Maybe it was just the fact that you were a big scary guy going to a kid's movie, and . . ." she took a sip of her soda.

"And what?"

"Well, and your fly was unzipped the whole time."

Kids

Monday, May 7th, 2007

After hearing about two mothers who I know are excellent parents who had one child running around with a sharp tool that almost gouged her eye out, and another baby who managed to eat dinner at a neighbor's house without anyone realizing, I decided to write about kids.

Mainly, I thought I'd think about my specific situation. Why do I or don't I want to have children? What better way to make a life-altering decision like this than to make a Pros and Cons list and invite you to give your own invaluable, or valueless as the case might be, insight?

Let's start with the Pros:

  1. They might support us when we're older.
  2. They carry on the family name.
  3. They'll mow the lawn.
  4. They have longer life expectancies than dogs or other pets, except for turtles.
  5. They're slightly easier to train than most pets.
  6. They can be our own twisted science experiment.
  7. They'll be little geniuses.
  8. We can live vicariously through them.
  9. Dependents are good tax breaks.
  10. With so many inbred white trash having multiple children in and out of wedlock, procreation is necessary to make sure that future generations aren't overrun with morons.
  11. We can try out cool baby names like Thor, Fucknutter, and Pqrgslx.

And the Cons:

  1. They're loud and obnoxious.
  2. They cost a lot of money.
  3. They might become real assholes.
  4. There's no real guaranteed ROI.
  5. Our existing lifestyle would be severely disrupted.
  6. No more travel.
  7. No more fancy dinners.
  8. We'd have to go see those horrible animated films.
  9. Getting a nanny is fraught with danger and difficulties.
  10. Parental obligations for school and activities really suck.
  11. We'd have to go to school plays and musicals.
  12. They'll probably disappoint me no matter what.
  13. The world's too dangerous.
  14. If those two excellent parents above still have problems, I don't stand a chance.
  15. We can lock the dog in the bedroom for the weekend with food and water if we want to go away.
  16. The concept of pregnancy sounds absolutely horrifying.
  17. The birth and repercussions sound even worse.
  18. I have no interest in choosing between my business and my children. The business will always win.
  19. They'll probably become serial killers.
  20. They might be smarter than me.
  21. I'll have to start eating vegetables.
  22. The thought of a new little baby does not bring any thought of joy or happiness to mind.
  23. My parents will try to make them into little Republitards.
  24. All of my friends with kids will think that they're experts even though they can barely keep it together long enough to remember their own name.
  25. I can't return them if I change my mind.
  26. I'd rather have money.

That's all I can think of right now. I'm sure there are more Cons, not necessarily any more Pros, but I'd love to I suppose I'd be willing to hear your thoughts.