Daddy could learn a thing or two

Ashton, Lorelei and myself are in the car yesterday, taking Ashton to school. A song comes on the radio. Ashton asks, "Is this LDL?" I reply with, "Nope. It's Alice in Chains." I confirm this by pushing the info button on my radio (we were listening to Lithium, the 90's alternative rock station) and say, "Yup. It's Alice in Chains."

So then Ashton says something about LDL and is mumbling and I can't hear him. I ask him to speak up and he tells me that I told him that the song on the radio was by LDL. I said, "I did not tell you the song was by LDL. You asked if LDL sang this song and I told you that it was Alice in Chains. And to confirm that it was indeed Alice in Chains, I checked the radio and it said Alice in Chains. I never said anything about LDL. You did. So please stop arguing with me because this is not something worth arguing about. You're just like your father." Ashton replies with, "OK, you're right and I'm wrong." He's smiling but I'm sure I heard his eyes roll (a lovely trait that he has picked up from me). I told him that what he just said was not like his father. But I liked it.

Are you reading this Chadd? Consider it free advice from your son.

Hey, Good Lookin'

Today was picture day at Ashton's school. Ashton's hair had grown pretty long (for him anyway) and he desperately wanted me to cut it. He did not want to wait to see a professional because he needed it done for picture day. This was the conversation we had last night:

M: "I think that maybe you should keep your hair long for picture day."
A: "But that's not how I want to look in my picture."
M: "What if I give you a bad haircut?"
A: "It's OK. I'll still look good."

You can't argue with a good dose of positive self-esteem. I buzzed it off with a #5 trim guard.