Wednesday, June 16, 2010

World Cup Dad

At the end of the day, our house is a complete mess, strewn with books, stuffed animals, shoes, toys, and other assorted bric-a-brac.

Usually, I don't have much energy to clean up so I just start kicking everything into place. Sometimes, it's just a gentle nudge with my toe. Other times its a full-on penalty kick.

I usually make big piles of stuff in the corners and in front of the television but sometimes I shoot for a little bit more. You see, there's something satisfying about kicking Winnie the Pooh. He flies through the air in a graceful arc and does so with that peaceful, jolly smirk on his face. Sometimes, I take aim at a container of toys, a smallish tupperware bin, and send Pooh flying. Usually, I miss but, sometimes, Pooh hits his mark and it's strangely gratifying.

GOOOOAAAAAAAL!

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