Showing posts with label sad commentary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad commentary. Show all posts

Saturday, May 30, 2009

What hath T-ball wrought?

'No, that's OK, you're not very helpful, Cate. I'll just go and micromanage him myself.'

-- Cate's response, mock quoting me, after she offered to take Robert to T-ball and I declined

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Robert's take on Michael Phelps

In contrast to Elizabeth, whose view of the gold medal machine named Michael Phelps is fueled by watching the races at night, Robert has been in bed when the races are going on.

Robert was playing with Cate in bed this morning and kicked his feet off the headboard to flip over, and I asked him, "Who do you think you are, Michael Phelps?"

He gave me a puzzled look, so we asked him if he knew who Phelps was, then explained that he was a swimmer who has won a bunch of gold medals during the Olympics.

Robert's response: "Did he cheat?"

Guess we won't be introducing Robert to the Tour de France or any other doping sports anytime soon.