I’ve seen a lot of lame parents in my day. You know the ones. They say things like “widdle” and “wuv” and “tinkle.” They have discussions about baby poop, and they imitate their kid’s squeals for friends. In all of my daydreams of parenthood and what it would be like, I never once thought that Mike and I would fall into that mortifying category.
However, after viewing the following video, we immediately sat down and had a serious discussion about our current level of lameness. Because it’s damn-near orange. We’ve decided that this weekend we’ll be making a concentrated effort to do something edgy and cool. Maybe we’ll slap some earmuffs on Eva and take her to a jazz concert. Because we are riding the line, Mister. We’re riding the lame line. Ha! Wait. That’s lame. We’re just riding the line.
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