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I Have To Be Nice To My Lazy Daddy

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Not so long ago there was a little boy, in a little town. This little boy's parents were always encouraging him to travel down a good, moral, Christian path. Often, the boy didn't even fully know what was going on. The parents would pop in a cassette tape with some fun stories and groovy tunes. Before long, he found himself repeating the songs, and memorizing the stories. The stories told of things like being kind to your siblings, and befriending the bully, because maybe he just needs someone who will really listen.

My Daughter Has A Wiener

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My daughter has a wiener. When I first heard this, it was news to me. I began to question everything. How could God play such a cruel trick on our family? Am I a bad father for dressing her him in girls clothes for nearly four years? Is this how I find out I have a son? How much are the physiatrist bills going to be?

Programmer Parenting - Go Cut Me A Switch

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The world of computer programming can teach us many things on how to raise children. This may come as a surprise to many; after all, children don't understand the difference between bits and bytes. Even if you issue the child a simple command like "GOTO ROOM" the child will often resist, and catastrophic parenting failure occurs.

Poor Sportsmanship For Kids (In Four Easy Steps)

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The following steps are guaranteed to pass your legacy of poor sportsmanship on for generations.

Step 1

Instill in your child the sense that regardless of physical ability, they by nature are simply superior to all other human beings.

This is best accomplished through a series of compliments like "you owned that kid," "he (or she) ain't got nothin' on you," followed up by a "whoooo" and an emphatic hand motion.

Step 2

Be sure to correct opposing players in a loud, forceful manner, even when a simple discussion will do.

Your Daughter Is Sleeping With The Neighbor Kid

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I wish I didn't have to say these words, but I must. Perhaps getting it out in the open will allow the healing to begin. But first, I'll start at the beginning.

It was a day much like any other day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the little one was screaming. The three year old and I had finished up some work outside, and sauntered back in to eat lunch. It was a near perfect Saturday, and life was good.