My dog ate my homework🙃

Eligible. Ineligible. Legible. Illegible.

”How now brown cow, rolling in the green, green grass”

Pronunciation renunciation😵‍💫.

Practice makes perfect.

Be specific.

Be precise.

Roll your tongue to make it sound “sophisticated”. Then “they’ll” think you are…… “smarter”.🥹 If that does not work.

Plan B.

When in doubt, put your best face forward.

Ugh. Double ugh.

I though we were past all this stuff.

Harumph.

Alright, alright, I give you permission to photoshop mine, my maskless mug. After a good night’s sleep of course.☺️

All the while remembering and not forgetting that being allowed to grow old is a gift from God and no one else.

Thank you! It’s just what I wanted.!!

To be specific. I offer you and me a lesson in personal responsibility.

Sit back. Relax. Enjoy.

What a Baby Costs

by Edgar Guest

By word and deed, the responsibilities of parenthood. Should you embark on this joyous journey. PART of the job of raising children is raising them to be successful parents themselves.(wb)

”How much do babies cost, said he

The other night upon my knee;

And then I said: They cost a lot;”

A lot of watching by a cot,

A lot of sleepless hours and care,

A lot of heartache and despair,

A lot of fear and trying dread,

And sometimes many tears are shed

In payment for our babies small

But every one is worth it all

But every one is worth it all.

”For babies people have to pay

A heavy price from day to day—

There is no way to get one cheap.

Why, sometimes when they’re fast asleep

You have to get up in the night

And go and see that they’re all right

But what they cost in constant care

And worry, does not half compare

With what they bring of joy and bliss—

You’d pay much more for just a kiss.

”Who buys a baby has to pay

A portion of the bill each day;

He has to give his time and thought

Unto the little one he’s bought.

He has to stand a lot of pain

Inside his heart and not complain;

Inside his heart and not complain;

And pay with lonely days and sad

For all the happy hours he’s had.

All this a baby costs, and yet

His smile is worth it all, you bet.”

His smile is worth it all, you bet.”

Dedication to duties we show devotion to the ones we love (ja)

Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault. (fsf)

A decent respect. Not an over or under. A price, no matter how we “choose” to assign valuation, to pay, to watch, to hedge, to refund.

We all start out crawling before we walk.

We all learn to wobble before we stand.

We all learn to take baby steps so we do not

Fall flat on our face.

We all babble before we talk.

We all learn to spit out that which tastes “yucky”.

The actual first attempt at “rolling our tongues”

Gag reflex never far away.

We all touch before we are taught, “No.”

We all have temper tantrums when learning about boundries.

Heck. Some of us are still having’ tantrums.😳

We are taught the rules of the game….And they are:

Safety, security, sustenance, sorrow when it’s due.

”No”. If you touch this or that you will get hurt.

We all are “blind” until we learn to see the world through our own eyes with our parents’ hours and hours of devotional reading of the world to us—through words, deeds and actions—until we are ready to see the world ourselves.

As it is.

It is what it is.

This is it?

It doesn’t get any better than this?

Hogwash.

Yes. It does.

You do not ever have to “settle” for less than you are worth. Ever, Never, Ever. Never.

The grunt work. The best kinda work ever.

Incentivization of a life.

No. Thank you.

Ladened with gloppy, gunky incentives.

NO. Thank you. That is NOT what I want.

You argue an adult-sized tantrum and wanna go rogue. “I’m tired. I’m crabby. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” I am in the prime of my life….”Step aside, get lost, while I go out and “play.”

Whoa. Why? What happened in your past? Are you “due”. Are you past “due” No one was stopping you, but

You.

The rest of us were patiently waiting for you to “catch up.” (kf) To realize and recognize the heartfelt devotion we held close within our hearts for

You.

Except. You kept on fighting us at every turn. Running here, there and everywhere. Were we a constant reminder of restrictions, an unfortunate reminder, an inconvenient truth? We’ve spent many hours trying to appease the beast inside.

And to no avail.

We ain’t going anywhere no matter how hard you push. Away.

Momdom. Daddom. Not job for the weak or weary. Many times you make stuff up as you move along. Hiding truths from young minds too soon to be learned, words that do not need to be learned before decision-making of the hippocampus is fully “formed”.

Debate continues about the fully formed camp, but conventional wisdom says “mid-20’s.

All that matters.

Break down family bonds. Family is first.

An ideological framework that turns a family on its head.

NO. Thank you. That is NOT what I want.

Who you are. What you do to take care of people in your life.(bs) The people who matter in your life, ARE what matters in your life.

We can agree to disagree. Propagandially presented information is not fact. Consider this, this angle may even be defined as hollywood on steroids. A wise person once wrote a recommendation to focus on the optics. Fighting the apparatus is never ending and non stop.

Harumph. And.

Denouncing, brainwashing an individual, young or old against one’s own parents is never the path to take while crawling, wobbling, standing or walking.

Unfortunately. “It“ “Things”, brainwashing, divisiveness is going to get worse before it gets better. A good parent shields their children as such and threads the needle (ac) of active and constant protection.

Yesterday. Now. And Always.

Good dogs set the tone. Hungrily. Protectively. Sacrificingly. If the homework is ridiculous.

They will gobble it up. For you.