This is not an exhaustive study of men and women who have kids. It is not intended to generalize about all parents; many men and many women act differently than portrayed here. This is merely my recollection of two recent conversations. One is a group of moms talking while watching our kids at swim class during the week. (From the sounds of things, they are all either part time or full time stay at home moms.) The other is a conversation between dads at my stay at home dad’s group.
Mom 1:
Two kids is DEFINITELY enough for us. I would love to get my tubes tied, especially since it is so painful for me to ovulate. It would be so much easier, though, for my husband to get snipped. I mean, it is REALLY painful when I ovulate. I should have just gotten my tubes tied after my second (baby) was born.
Dad 1:
We’re going camping this weekend. Should we drink beers or margaritas?
Mom 2:
My husband’s mom just died. I’m kinda jealous because he got to spend a whole week back east with his brother wrapping up the estate. That would be sooo nice, just being able to sleep in and getting a break. I’m sorta mad because I am missing my college friend’s wedding because I can’t leave the kids with Jim for the weekend. I really need a break, a week alone would be so nice.
I don't what they are talking about, but you aint missing much...
Dad 2:
I was at the park once with Urbansky when his kid ate goose poop. I mean, I sat there and watched the kid pick up a huge tube of the stuff and plopped it straight in his mouth.
Did you do anything to stop it?
I told Urbansky about it, but I don’t think he was paying attention. The kid did it three times.
Mom 3 (mind you this it the fourth week of class, most of these people didn’t know each other a month ago):
Neither one of our kids was planned. We used to use condoms, but after the first one was born, we decided they were too unreliable. So, I started using an IUD. I bled too much using it though, so I just went on the pill. We had our second one even though we only had sex once in a two month stretch.
Dad 3 (to another dad who has been at the same play dates for three months):
Hey good to see you dude.
Well, I saw that this place was on Keller Ave, so we had to come.
What’s so special about Keller Ave?
My daughter’s name is Keller.
Oh, right.
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Yep, sounds about right.
I concur. Paul, you are like Sigourney Weaver in Gorilla’s in the Mist…..living amongst the stay at home moms…learning their ways!
Guys don’t talk about feelings. We talk about poop, pee, beer, and sporting events. And the intelligent man can work all four into a single conversation.
I’m not sure that it’s a sign of “intelligence” to work all four into one conversation, but it sure will make you popular!
Quite the prospective study you have here. Wouldn’t it be interesting to switch sides, and get into the other sex’s head for a week?
Laurie said “other sex’s head”… hehe.
No way! That world scares the shit outta me. I don’t want to have to talk about real things. Ick!!!
Sorry…I can’t get past the fact that Urb’s kid ate goose shit, not once but three times! Can it really taste that good????
It does if you put it in a hot dog bun and hand it to him…
This was really funny! Similar conversations happen when I take my daughter to gymnastics. And my wife wonders why I sit in the car and wait for my daughter to get finished. I don’t want to be in the area when one of those drive-by conversations happen. It’s not pretty getting mixed up in that mess.
Huh? Did I miss something, or is Roland responding to a different blog?