tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post3873063051332088721..comments2023-09-12T04:13:03.469-05:00Comments on LiteralDan: A conversation with J-: The third childLiteralDanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16704368269389527451noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-66399771535366314892008-09-13T02:28:00.000-05:002008-09-13T02:28:00.000-05:00Middle Aged Woman: No, thank god... J- will thank ...<B>Middle Aged Woman:</B> No, thank god... J- will thank you for ruining the rest of her bag of chocolate raisins for me, though.<BR/><BR/><B>Candid Carrie:</B> Yeah, at some point, you'd think questions would arise as to where all the pounds and pounds of candy they acquire goes. We give them a laughably pitiful cut, but it's for their own good! Unless it backfires and they end up obsessed with it.<BR/><BR/><B>MamaNeena:</B> You're preaching to the choir, my friend.<BR/><BR/><B>Christy:</B> Can you remember the others? Is it really hard some of these days? Me too.<BR/><BR/><B>Brittany:</B> Dude! I already said I won't eat any more of them... you don't have to rub it in and ruin <I>all</I> little chocolate snacks AND all raisins for<I>ever</I>. J-, call off your attack dogs!<BR/><BR/><B>Mama Dawg:</B> Allow me to take a bow.<BR/><BR/><B>Kat:</B> I DO deserve a treat for making pee! Spread the word! Maybe I'll get myself one of those treat dispensers they make for pets, so I don't have to just reach into a bag of candy without any novelty.<BR/><BR/><B>Threeboys1mommy:</B> But those things don't run themselves, do they? And Roombas can't fit under the fridge. I'll keep holding out.<BR/><BR/><B>Andrea's Sweet Life:</B> That crack and I have had many a battle, but every so often I like to wheel the ol' fridge out just to show it who's boss.<BR/><BR/><B>Mary:</B> I think of the four of us, J- is definitely the least likely to pick something up off the floor and eat it, especially without having been responsible for its arrival there.<BR/><BR/><B>Laggin:</B> I AM the edge. The chocolate-covered edge. Just don't tell her I said that.<BR/><BR/><B>Microblogologist:</B> She wasn't around when I dropped them, hence they remained uneaten. I was swiping a quick handful while the kids were otherwise entertained, and it turns out the bag was torn in an odd way. The rest is history...<BR/><BR/><B>Kori:</B> Oh don't get me wrong-- I love me a handful of chocolate chips, but only when mixed with some raisins and/or nuts. Or peanut butter. Mmmmm...<BR/><BR/>Straight chips, semi-sweet or darker, at least, are just a bit much for me. I'm not wired for it, I guess.<BR/><BR/><B>Vodka Mom:</B> As with all gifts, it's the thought that counts, right?<BR/><BR/><B>sarah:</B> Oh man, everyone is trying so hard to ruin little brown candies for me!<BR/><BR/>Thanks, I guess-- I'll assume you all have my best health interests at heart. I'm touched.<BR/><BR/><B>Lola:</B> That's one of the things I always miss about not having a dog around. Who needs a compost heap?<BR/><BR/><B>Sharon:</B> It's not sad, it's "earthy". A floor is just the world's plate.<BR/><BR/>Nice to meet you, and glad you consider yourself a fan!LiteralDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16704368269389527451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-78001520709237202262008-09-12T20:48:00.000-05:002008-09-12T20:48:00.000-05:00My daily culinary experience is based on food I've...My daily culinary experience is based on food I've eaten off the floor. Sad, but true.<BR/><BR/>Signed, a new fan!Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540843153959374031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-22499294673410142592008-09-11T21:39:00.000-05:002008-09-11T21:39:00.000-05:00That's what the dogs are for!That's what the dogs are for!Lolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16860512905157343281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-10347625710246554522008-09-10T22:51:00.000-05:002008-09-10T22:51:00.000-05:00How are you so sure that those were chocolate cove...How are you so sure that those were chocolate covered raisins in the fridge crack.... hmmmmmmmm......sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09709181365479190225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-86326962832920541982008-09-10T17:48:00.000-05:002008-09-10T17:48:00.000-05:00I, too, have found little gifts on my kindergarten...I, too, have found little gifts on my kindergarten carpet. They, however, are not edible.Vodka Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-89389663239183474732008-09-10T14:23:00.000-05:002008-09-10T14:23:00.000-05:00Apparently I am the only one who really wants to k...Apparently I am the only one who really wants to know why a person (in this case, you) would willingly eat chocolate covered raisins were there a stash of chocolate chips readily available. I am starting to look at you through narrowed eyes, Dan.Korihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17523892197119604721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-19913457504940278732008-09-10T13:29:00.000-05:002008-09-10T13:29:00.000-05:00Is -M sick or something?! From how much you starv...Is -M sick or something?! From how much you starve her she should have caught those chocolate covered raisins before they even hit the floor ;).The Microblogologisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12259187351177996677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-5225199257223345042008-09-10T12:20:00.000-05:002008-09-10T12:20:00.000-05:00Oh. You are the sort of man who eats his wife's c...Oh. You are the sort of man who eats his wife's chocolate.<BR/><BR/>You live on the edge, dude.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13151264293573254738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-68654754941306072082008-09-10T12:18:00.000-05:002008-09-10T12:18:00.000-05:00With your history I really worried that you had a ...With your history I really worried that you had a wild rabbit in your place. So at least J didn't pick them up and eat them before talking to you. I don't think I could have gotten to the end of the post with that thought.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-59376013887908284162008-09-10T11:39:00.000-05:002008-09-10T11:39:00.000-05:00Foiled again by the crack under the fridge!Foiled again by the crack under the fridge!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-62855014955699132492008-09-10T11:25:00.000-05:002008-09-10T11:25:00.000-05:00Oh Dan, just buy a Dustbuster already!Oh Dan, just buy a Dustbuster already!Aracelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10347839760076404489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-5586488859334810772008-09-10T10:31:00.000-05:002008-09-10T10:31:00.000-05:00You deserve a treat for making pee on the potty :)...You deserve a treat for making pee on the potty :)Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16973125452842612070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-1957952967086295092008-09-10T09:42:00.000-05:002008-09-10T09:42:00.000-05:00You NAILED that response. Brilliant!You NAILED that response. Brilliant!Mama Dawghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-36237709091608766242008-09-10T07:47:00.000-05:002008-09-10T07:47:00.000-05:00So glad this didn't head in some icky rodent direc...So glad this didn't head in some icky rodent direction!Brittanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15874958369943279206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-1620302187696974352008-09-10T07:21:00.000-05:002008-09-10T07:21:00.000-05:00One of the reasons I had kids was so I could blame...One of the reasons I had kids was so I could blame them for stuff. Duh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-71930153120007445032008-09-10T06:26:00.000-05:002008-09-10T06:26:00.000-05:00It is amazing what parents can get away with when ...It is amazing what parents can get away with when they blame the little ones.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-54240368409141339712008-09-10T06:14:00.000-05:002008-09-10T06:14:00.000-05:00There is nothing more rewarding than the opportuni...There is nothing more rewarding than the opportunity to blame children for inappropriately large amounts of missing snacks. <BR/><BR/>Ah, good times.Candid Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11421804696146084068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076041415469800377.post-57077546868638804332008-09-10T06:04:00.000-05:002008-09-10T06:04:00.000-05:00I thought this story was headed for the "Did the g...I thought this story was headed for the "Did the guinea pig escape again?" territory.unmitigated mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13901264130484454602noreply@blogger.com