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There are no words… Things that Make me Mad


I found this gem in my drawer. It was written by my middle child when he was probably 4 or 5 years old, maybe 6-years-old.

On the one hand, I’m glad that he only had 4 complaints and his mother was not one of them, but on the other hand… water?!?

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What Has Your Child Said Which Was / Sounded Racist?


Recently, on CFRB1010am, host Jim Richards covered a topic about when children might have been racist – by accident or by innocence.

I would have loved to have called in and told my story, however, I was unable to, so when I arrived at the location of my next client meeting, I took a few minutes to send a tweet to his show, the Showgram, outlining my story.

They replied!

My story was good.

So I figured I would re-tell it here, and here it is:

Back in the day, when my oldest was just a wee little boy – around 3 or 4-years old, I brought him to a Toronto Rock lacrosse game.

After being completely infatuated with the music and lights in the arena, he turned his attention to the game and asked me; “Daddy, which team do we want to win?”

“Toronto”, was my reply.

“Are they in black?”

“No, the Toronto Rock are wearing blue, red and white.  The Rock’s opponents, however, were the Philadelphia Wings, and they were wearing black uniforms. I told him, “Philadelphia is the team wearing the black jerseys. We do NOT like Philadelphia. Boooo, Philadelphia!”

“Okay, Daddy”, was his response.

Then Philadelphia scored and he said, “Boooooo.  Boooooooo.  Booooo… Black guys!”

I spun towards him and said, “pardon me???”

“Booooo black guys!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” was my immediate response. “We don’t boo “black” guys.  We boo the Philadelphia Wings.”

“Booooo Black guys!”, he yelled, now standing up and at a moment where it is really quite in the arena.

I explained to him again, that it’s Philadelphia that we hate… Everything Philly… The Wings, Flyers, 76ers, possibly the Phillies… 

The crowd around us was laughing, hearing the dialogue between us, and knowing that there was nothing untoward intended.

“Booooo Black guys!” he yelled again.

Now being the superior parent that I am, I felt the need to silence him while I educated him, so I stuffed his little face with cotton candy and orange soda (bad daddy!) and I watched the sugar coma overtake his little body while I explained that we are rooting for the Toronto Rock, and rooting against the Philadelphia Wings, and that what he said was not very nice.

He looked at me… like a half-drunk adult, and said, “okay Daddy, I understand”.

And never a word was spoken for the rest of the game.

TRIUMPH!

I’m such a great daddy!

… and then he fell asleep on my lap.

As the game ended, we walked to the subway, little tired, over-sweetened child and I, and we got on a fairly empty car. and he laid down on the seat and had a quick nap.

As the subway car sped northbound, it emptied a little bit at each stop, until the car held maybe 10-15 people in it.

Suddenly a little head popped up and with his eyes wide open, my son asked me this, “Did we win?”

“Yes we did”, I proudly replied. “Do you like lacrosse?”

“I love the cross” was his response.

And then at the top of his little lungs, he blurted out, “BOO BLACK GUYS!!!”

Without noticing the 4 young boys sitting across from us glaring at us, I reminded him that the Toronto Rock wore blue and that we cheered the blue team, and we booed the team wearing the black jerseys, not the black guys.

Then I looked up and saw the boys looking at me for a second until they burst into laughter.

They understood…

He’s not a racist, I promise! He just doesn’t like the team in black at the cross.

 

 

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A Random Thought From a Child…


Random thoughts and comments are the best blogging material on the planet!  They also serve the purpose of providing me with a permanent memory of cute, funny or unusual things said by my children while they are still quite young.

This ditty came from a six-year-old girl…

 

Her:

“Daddy…

The bald spot on the top of your head is very soft…

Cats’ fur is also very soft…

What kind of fur does Hello Kitty have?

Do you know what’s bad? Jealousy is bad…

Bullying is bad too.”

 

Me:  “Did they teach you in that at school?”

Her:  “No, I just knew that.”

 

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Thinking back to Last Summer…


Last summer our boys were at overnight camp for a month, and our daughter for only 2-weeks, and while attending a Maker event, our Boo came face-to-face with a friend that she had never met before.

Love this photo!

Boo and R2D2

Boo and R2D2.

 

To think some kid made this!  Awesome!  I think Linus would love this!

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What Do You Mean The Tooth Fairy Does Not Exist???


Has this already happened in your family?

All hell broke loose at The Urban Daddy household, and it all had to do with the “Tooth Fairy”.

Turns out that the Tooth Fairy somehow managed to write a letter to one of our children from my wife’s laptop…

Unbelievable.

Taker of teeth!  Giver of money!  Hacker!

This fact was discovered by our oldest hacker, er, child, Linus, who managed to keep that quiet from his younger brother and sister for the better part of a year.

This piece of information came to light as Stewie lost a tooth, and with the boys engaged in a brotherly game of “I’m smarter than you”.

Thankfully, it came at the exact right time because Stewie was none too excited about the prospects of some flying, tooth stealing, letter-writing fairy coming into his room at night and grabbing things out from under his pillow.

He could do without the money, heck, he could just continue to grab those funds from his brother or father’s stash, as we believe he’s been doing for a while now – although he does deny it.

Besides, in his mind, if that damn fairy can get into the house, so could the dreaded raccoons which live on the roof of our neighbours, or a robber, dinosaur or anything else…

Males sense, right.

So armed with this new information, we armed the alarm at night and let the cat out of the bag.

The Tooth Fairy, Santa, Easter Bunny, and the like are real…  Real to those who want to believe they exist and it’s not our place to tell that to others.

We all need to believe in something, right?

I still believe the Toronto Maple Leafs will one day win the Stanley Cup (but I no longer believe that will be done in my lifetime as I did when I was 8-years-old).

Oh, and it took Stewie less than 1/2 hour to tip his sister off on the truth, which we had to correct in part due to the fact that we told them not to tell a soul!

His little sister, however, finally is being regularly visited by the Tooth Fairy.  Two teeth thus far, and he’s kept that secret, OR, he’s convinced her to not tell us that he’s already told her the truth.  I suspect the latter.

How did the Tooth Fairy story go in your family?