Yesterday the Dow dipped below 10,000 and I know why.
Michael Berg (who claims to work here and is 100% responsible for all of our manufacturing delays) became a first-time father. Clearly the Dow saw this in negative light.
Apparently he finds time to make babies but ignores your needs for our latest and greatest new tools. Go ahead and be mad–personally I am hotter than a sphincter after a bad Mexican meal…
Well, we (that includes you) can fix this (not the delays) by laying the foundation to make Michael a super dad. Here’s how;
Let’s create the world’s greatest check-off list for newbie parents. I have started it below, you can add yours in your post.
Furthermore, please share your greatest parental scam–mine is below. Why? Well parenting is 100% fun 100% of the time.
THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO AS A PARENT of a NEW BABY BOY
- Drool. Lots of it.
- Toxic Diapers
- Bed Wetting
- Projectile Vomiting
- Mysteriously Broken Windows and Major Appliances
- Barefoot Lego Hell at 2:10 AM (All we need to do is carpet bomb the Middle East with Legos. Game over.)
- Soccer Games at least 120 miles away (or so it seems)
- Emergency School Counselor calls … AT WORK.
- Clothes and Shoes that NEVER FIT… for TWO FREAKIN’ DECADES!
- Missed Curfews
- Sleepovers so carefully coordinated to confuse parents that Jack Bauer comes out of retirement to help solve.
- Never hope to finish higher than third in the pine box derby.
- Stitches. Lots of them.
- A crusty sock or 10….(this should come as no surprise).
- The smell of the family aquarium after returning from the family vacation is rather special.
- From age 9 to 19 you will be the dumbest bastard that ever lived. However, intelligence can be purchased through massive allowance raises.
- Never forget this parent formula: L=CS x 4W (Lice equals clean sheets four weeks in a row).
…now it is your turn! Add your contribution to the list.
MICHAEL, WATCH OUT FOR THESE SCAMS;
Back in the 60’s the World Series was played during the weekday. This meant I needed a week long disease to watch Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris during school hours. So I perfected the art of holding the thermometer up to my bedside light, and shaking the temperature down to 101-102. This works fantastic!
On day three, my mom came in earlier than expected and yanked the glass tube out of my mouth (by the way, oral thermometers were relatively new thankfully).
“You have a temperature of 113.”
“Is that bad?”
“It won’t keep you out of school. Get dressed.”
Busted, I had to have a better plan. So the next morning I brought my “A” game.
“I don’t feel very well.”
I received the cursory hand to forehead and was asked, “Do you feel sick to your stomach?”
I offered a barely audible. “Yes.”
“THEN GET INTO THE BATHROOM NOW!”
My plan was working–all moms hate vomit–can’t say I like it myself either. While in the bathroom I clandestinely opened the vanity door and removed the bucket of cleaning supplies–these were temporarily dispatched to the ugliest shag throw rug you have ever seen. I then dipped the bucket into the toilet and filled it with about a quart of sparkling fresh toilet water. And then I waited.
About 5 minutes passed when I heard my mom walking towards the locked bathroom door…
“John, are you OK?”
And at that epochal moment I inhaled, and while letting out a guttural scream, I dumped the water back into the toilet from a height of about four feet (even back then, my attention to detail was astonishing don’t you think?”). I then added a couple of gag coughs and some spitting for added realism.
“I am calling school–you are staying home–brush your teeth and get into bed.”
And on that Thursday in October, 1960, I watched (on our 12″ b&w TV with Sputnik legs) Mickey Mantle smack two homers–and the Yankees cruised over the Pittsburgh Pirates 16-3.
From that day forward, “the bucket trick” never failed me.
Now it is your turn. Share you greatest scam and Michael will pick a winner. This winner will receive one of the hundreds of disemboweled tools that has turned Micheal’s office into a Superfund site. Trust me, somebody is going to win something.
Surprisingly, I feel pretty good after sharing that story.
–John
PS: Actually Calder Cary Berg, this post is for you, all seven pounds of you. Welcome to the world.