My blood ate my homework.

Posted on Tue 11/17/09 in Fatherhood

At least I won’t be shocked when I get the stories about what happened to my kids’ homework because I’m already getting them. This weekend, the kids and I were out back enjoying the glorious Florida fall weather. I am trying to lure the kids from the side of the house to the back, where we had been playing. It went like this:

Ethan is teaching McKenzie how to climb the fence.

I say, “Come’on guys. Let’s go to the back of the yard. Get away from the fence.” Ethan looks at me, smiles, and then climbs on the fence again.

I calmly ask, “Ethan, what did I ask you to do?”
Ethan says, “Get away from the fence.”
“So, what should you have done,” I reply.
“Moved away from the fence.”
I then said, “But, what did you do?”
He knowingly responded, “Climbed on the fence.”

So, I decide to ask the million dollar question:
“So, why did you decide to climb the fence?”

He matter-of-factly explained… “The blood in my body made me climb the fence again. I just have too much blood and it told me to do that.”

After that explanation, what could I do? I told him that he has the perfect amount of blood in his body. I think he was actually thinking he had too much energy or sugar in his body… which would have been more accurate.

Speaking of sugar, my dad was telling Ethan that his favorite cereal is Captain Crunch. Ethan told my dad that he’s not allowed to get that cereal because it has too much sugar. Amusing, really. It’s nice to know he retains some of the stuff we try to cram into his brain.