Friday night, after dinner, the boy told me and the wife that he wanted to go to Home Depot. One might wonder, as the wife did, why a two year old - with no job and who is not particularly handy around the house - would want to go to Home Depot. Me? I didn't care why. My son wanted to go to Home Depot. Not since the day he was born have I thought an event was so worthy of a scrapbook page.

Before we went to Home Depot, we went to the shoe store, as he's growing out of his current sneakers. After trying on two or three pairs, he started to lose his patience. Using my stern dad voice, I told him, "Sit still or else we're not going to Home Depot." The lady from the store who was helping us, who I didn't realize was still standing behind me, started laughing hysterically. I didn't bother trying to explain that it was his idea to go there. (We did end up going to Home Depot, it turns out that he wanted to look at ceiling fans... ?!?!?)
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Saturday morning, after breakfast, he told me that he wanted to go to the Apple Store. I almost wet my pants.

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Saturday afternoon, he told me that he was going to go to work and fix computers, "like daddy." This was like two-for-one, because not only does he want to do something like daddy, but I've been waiting for two years for him to get a job.

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I have this annoying habit where I'll randomly repeat part of something you just said and add "dot com" at the end. If I'm feeling particularly saucy, I'll switch it up and add "dot org" or "dot us" at the end instead. I'd give you an example, but really, it's not worth it. Anyway, as I was giving the boy breakfast, the following conversation happened:

Boy - I want more milk.

Me - Then you should try asking for it.

Boy - Daddy, I want more milk, please.

Me - Close enough. (I get up and get his cup of milk.) Here you go, more milk.

Boy - More milk dot com. Thank you, daddy.

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Sorry to bore you with these incongruous stories about the boy, but it was such a good Dad weekend, I felt that I should jot these things down and archive them. If nothing else, I can refer to them in the event that, 14 years from now, he comes home and tells me he got a girl pregnant or something.