It has come to my attention that there is a group of people out there who think Dad should be doing something other than paying rapt attention to me. This dangerous group, known as "Faculty," is a threat to our (well, OK, my) way of life.
I just want to say to those "Faculty": You do not stand a chance. I am the future, and you will never gain a foothold here. Here is what Dad sees when he looks up from his work:
"You want those books, scholar boy? You're gonna have to go through me!"
Surrender now!
--Maddie
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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2 comments:
My dad made a preemptive strike on the Faculty's demands before I was even born. He knew, that somewhat like the Lord of Hosts, that I would be 'Jealous Baby', jealous for the undivided hearts and minds of my parents.
Little did he know that his new law skool faculty would be even more jealous for his attention, thus causing him to sometimes long for the pods that the old Faculty were feeding him.
Stand your ground Maddie. Isaiah has waited at least 2400 years. It can wait a few weeks longer before dad has to start working.
Maddie, remind Dad that Jesus braked for babies too.
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