T is for Go Ask Your Father: Fenders, Pain, Walking, and Funerals #atozchallenge


is for Tons. Because everything with kids is endless.

There are tons of groceries to buy. There are tons of squabbles to either ref or breakup. There are tons of messes to clean. There are tons of rules and routines to explain over and over and over a ton of times.

Can I get an Amen because I’m preaching to the choir here!? As parents, we know this already. There’s a ton of shit to do. But do you know what there’s isn’t a ton of? Time. There’s never enough time, is there?

Since it’s Friday, there are tons of questions to answer. So many, in fact, that I’m having a hard time remembering them all. Crash had two at bedtime that were good. Can I remember them? I’ve got a memory like a sieve. Maybe he’ll remember what they were in the morning, but I doubt it.

1. What’s a fender do?

Another truck book, this time about big rigs. That fender will push things out of the way of that monster sized truck. It’s the first point of impact should that big rig get into an accident. It’ll also keep things from going underneath. Like the cow pusher thing on the front of a train. Except there are no cows on the highway.

2. Does it hurt to be electrocuted?

I’ve sorta answered this question before. It didn’t include pain threshold last time. So it depends. What I think hurts, your mom doesn’t notice. What your mom thinks hurts would kill me. If you stick your tongue on a 9 volt battery (those little rectangular ones) you’ll get a little shock, but it doesn’t really hurt. Put your tongue on a power line and it’ll be something you’ll never forget.

3. Why does he walk like that?

As parents there some questions that are inevitable. Sex. Babies. Body parts. Then there are questions that make us want to find the nearest black hole and jump in. To hell with spaghettification. This was one of those questions. Bang was riding in a cart at our local, friendly Wal-Mart. I couldn’t find what I looking for so I did what any dad would do, I asked for help. The gentleman I asked was very polite and very helpful and willing show me where to find whatever it was I was looking for. He has a very distinct gait and hence the question. He meant no harm, of course. He was curious. Why is he bald? Why is he dark skinned? Why does he walk like that? The gentleman was ahead of us. If he heard the question he ignored it. I simply told Bang, “It’s not nice to ask questions like that about other people.” Thankfully, he left it at that and I didn’t need that black hole after all.

4. If you and dad die, will I be old enough to go to the funeral?

We weren’t expecting this one, that’s for sure. We do live next door to a funeral home. We do sometimes play in that funeral home’s nice smooth parking lot. Sometimes we can’t because of all the cars of all the people attending the wake. Nothing like putting life into perspective by an eight year old, eh? He knows we’re not getting out of this world alive. I’d love to tell him he’ll be an old man when he and his brother attend their parent’s funeral, but life isn’t guaranteed, is it? Like raising kids, we can only do the best we can. The better we do the longer we might get. No matter. Yes, you will be old enough, buddy. No matter how old you are.

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17 thoughts on “T is for Go Ask Your Father: Fenders, Pain, Walking, and Funerals #atozchallenge

  1. Oh, yes, never enough time, never enough anything…except maybe snaggles and hassles. 😛

    Sometimes I let my mind go to, what would happen to the kids/husband if something happened to me? But that’s one of those things we can’t let our minds make a hassle of. You’re right, the unexpected happens… But hopefully when – whenever – we’re gone, it will be what we did while we were here that makes the most impact.

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  2. Hi, I’ve dropped in from the A-Z Blogging Challenge. I didn’t expect to be moved to a tear by the first post that I read today. But yours was really powerful – “Yes, you will be old enough, buddy. No matter how old you are.” I’ll be back to read more.

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  3. Never, ever enough time. My 4 year old shouted out “why does that lady have a very big bum” I was mortified. He then asked why there were union jack flags up yesterday, I told him it was the Queen’s 90th birthday, and he said “oh yes, I’ve met the Queen, she was pink and nice.”
    My kids are hilarious, and yep they ask lots of questions, some inappropriate some funny. Sarah #FabFridayPost


  4. Hahaha, those awkward moments that you just couldn’t make up. My youngest had a habit of absolutely gawking at people that she found fascinating. That’s why parents perfect ‘the look’ – you know, the withering one that speaks volumes, lol. #FabFridayPosts


  5. Ah, kids and death. When Stella’s first fish, Dr. Seuss died, I was terrified to tell her. She took it rather in stride. A short while later she wanted to know if we could eat him.


    • Oh my. I guess she understands the circle of life pretty well. Glad she wasn’t too upset. I’m really hoping in 2-3 years’ time the boys can handle the passing of Timbit and Dozer. Hopefully, they won’t want to eat them 😉


    • First off, I’m sorry you lost your dad so early. I’m sure it would very much depend upon the adults in the situation to determine if he the child is old enough. Wakes can tough enough as adults, let alone for children.


  6. Those questions are killers. LM and I were talking last week about when he gets to be 70, how I’ll be 94 and Sam will be 100. He then realized that his PawPaw would be around 140 years old and his MawMaw would be about 130, and it hit him that we wouldn’t all be together as we are now in another 50 years.

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