Posts Tagged ‘July’

A father was trying to teach his young son the dangers of drinking. So he filled a glass with whiskey, another with water, and dropped an earthworm in each glass. The worm in the water lived. The whiskey worm curled up and died. “What does that show you, son?” “Well Dad,” he said, “it shows…

A young bride was struggling with her cooking. Nothing seemed to work. Her husband came home one day to find her in the kitchen crying. “The dog ate the biscuits,” she sobbed. He put his arm around her and said, “That’s ok honey, we can get another dog.” Have you ever eaten something unusual? The…

Raising children is 27% bliss and 73% guerilla warfare. Kids are organized and unionized, so if you’re a frightened, frazzled parent, vacate your hiding place and lend me your ears. Here are four more nuggets of parenting wisdom I’ve picked up while interviewing the experts: 1. Teach your kids to go MAD. Author/speaker Ron Hutchcraft…

My Mother once told me, “Sonny, if you don’t have answers, ask someone who does.” I was six months old at the time, so her advice has taken awhile to sink in. Here are five practical parenting tips I’ve gleaned from five smart friends: 1. Act your wage. Experts tell us that the leading cause…

Have you ever been surprised?  The greatest surprise of my life came one evening at the dinner table when my wife made an announcement: “Honey, well I think I just might be uh…pregnant.” Ramona was talking when my mouth was full. Resisting a choking reflex, I took a quick drink, swallowed the potatoes and calmly…

It was bath night. A four-year-old and his younger brother were all wet. The older was constructing a bubble beard on the younger. I couldn’t help over-hearing their conversation: “Did you know that you have done sins?” “Ya.” It is one of three words one-year-old Jeffrey knew. “And you shall go to hell.” “Yep.” The one-year-old…

When I was 10, Miss Ida Weissmuller arrived to teach my fifth grade class. With a thick German accent and a bun done up in her hair too tight to allow any smiling, I didn’t like her. Then one fateful afternoon she stood up and said, “Put your books away, class. It is time for…