Not fair...at all!!!

most of you (if not all) can relate to the following statement uttered by your parents at some point in your childhood (or in my case many, many, MANY times).

"i hope than when you have children, that they are EXACTLY like you"

of course when most parents say that waht they really mean is: " i hope your kids are ten times as rotten as you"

i deeply love and dearly miss my dad (he passed on a few years back) but i am truly grateful at times, that he is not around (sounds bad, but will make sense in a minute)
jr is at least as devious and rotten as i was in my childhood (and i personally suspect he will surpass ANYTHING i could have imagined as a kid). being a parent is a unique mix of pride, consternation, and frustration punctuated by moments of sheer terror.
i kid you not, i am only 35 (36 in november) and in just the last year have started to sprout noticeably grey hairs all over... i blame jr!

at this point i honestly don't think i could take my dad just sitting back and chuckling with that smug grin on his face (which is exactly what would happen were he around today) my god, i would go completely postal.

so jr comes up to me earlier, starts tugging at my arm, and chants at me "daddyletsPLAYdaddyletsPLAYdaddywannaplay" non stop.. (now to set the mood, he is bouncing up and down while all this is going on)
i tell him "daddy is busy, i will play with you in a minute"
his response? no kidding.. he GROWLS at me and goes stalking off to his room (gawd i wanna strangle him sometimes)
about 5 minutes later, he comes strolling in and says "DADDY LOOK"
knowing that if i don't look, this won't end for a loooong time.. i cave in and look (hear my spine snapping, don't ya?)

at which point he takes the book he's holding (battered copy of a softback 3 inch thick parenting book) and whops the dog upside the head with it (think melon dropped on concrete sound), grins... and HAULS ASS the hell outta the living room (smart booger sees the look on my face, and KNOWS his butt is about to reach 1000 degrees wheni catch him).
meanwhile the poor fucking dog is just kinda laying on the ground twitching trying to figure out what just happened...

i know that i was a rotten kid.... but dammit dad, did ya have to curse me with the SPAWN OF SATAN???

peace
-dawg