Evan has a toy airport and airplane. He loves to simulate the entire traveling experience. He checks luggage, loads the plane, and flies the passengers to the next airport, which is really just landing on the other side of the first airport.
I made him a ticket / boarding pass the other day. I stamped it with our return address stamp in order to make it official.
I told him I'd be traveling for work soon.
He asked if he could come, too. I said no.
He asked if I would have a ticket to give the airplane man. I said yes.
He ran into the other room and came back holding his ticket.
"Evan has a ticket! Evan give ticket to airplane man and ride airplane with Daddy?"
I'll be needing an extra ticket, Boss.
My precious cargo won't be in the overhead bin, he'll be with me.
When were you surprised by a child's request?
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Two Tickets, Please
Shaken, Not Stirred
Some users are lucky you can't reach through the phone and shake them.
This is also a sign my phone is defective and will no longer be answered.
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User: Would you please remote into my computer and fix this issue?
Me: That's not really an issue; it's working like it should.
User: But I don't like it doing that.
Me: I understand how that can be frustrating. Would you like me to remote in and show you another way to accomplish what you're trying to do?
User: That'd be great!
Me: Ok, I'm in. So if you look at this option over here -
*User grabs control back and opens their email*
Me: Um, if you look at this -
*User grabs the mouse and fires up Pandora*
Me: If you don't mind, I can just show you -
*User starts talking to a coworker*
*I simply change a setting that will let the user do what they want to, without waiting for the user to learn it since they obviously don't care*
Me: You're all set. You just need to reboot for the change to take effect.
User: Do you mean log off and back on?
Me: No, I meant reboot.
User: What, like now?
Me: Yes, please.
User: Ok, I'll call you back.
*10 minutes later*
User: Ok, I'm back. I just logged off and back on, though. I didn't reboot. Is that ok?
*Blink, blink*
Me: No, please reboot your computer and have a great day.
*Click*
What drives you crazy?
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This is also a sign my phone is defective and will no longer be answered.
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User: Would you please remote into my computer and fix this issue?
Me: That's not really an issue; it's working like it should.
User: But I don't like it doing that.
Me: I understand how that can be frustrating. Would you like me to remote in and show you another way to accomplish what you're trying to do?
User: That'd be great!
Me: Ok, I'm in. So if you look at this option over here -
*User grabs control back and opens their email*
Me: Um, if you look at this -
*User grabs the mouse and fires up Pandora*
Me: If you don't mind, I can just show you -
*User starts talking to a coworker*
*I simply change a setting that will let the user do what they want to, without waiting for the user to learn it since they obviously don't care*
Me: You're all set. You just need to reboot for the change to take effect.
User: Do you mean log off and back on?
Me: No, I meant reboot.
User: What, like now?
Me: Yes, please.
User: Ok, I'll call you back.
*10 minutes later*
User: Ok, I'm back. I just logged off and back on, though. I didn't reboot. Is that ok?
*Blink, blink*
Me: No, please reboot your computer and have a great day.
*Click*
What drives you crazy?
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National Kazoo Day 2014
Check out other National Kazoo Day videos by Jan Moyer and Amanda Bast.
How are you celebrating National Kazoo Day?
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NEENJA Burrito Clocks
I am so tired I can't think straight.
But I'm also jittery because of all the coffee.
This has led me to wander around the office and tell my coworkers I'm a "NEENJA!"
NEENJAs are probably a bit more covert than I am.
One of my coworkers just handed me a breakfast burrito. I am declaring him an honorary NEENJA.
I don't like grandfather clocks.
Are you a NEENJA?
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But I'm also jittery because of all the coffee.
This has led me to wander around the office and tell my coworkers I'm a "NEENJA!"
NEENJAs are probably a bit more covert than I am.
One of my coworkers just handed me a breakfast burrito. I am declaring him an honorary NEENJA.
I don't like grandfather clocks.
Are you a NEENJA?
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Changeup, Chapter 21
Joe knew he was breaking the rules, but he didn't even hesitate for a moment as he turned on his old transistor radio.
He turned the volume all the way down, and then back up just a hair. He didn't have to waste any time finding the right AM station; his dial never moved from the broadcast of the Dukes, his hometown minor league team.
He couldn't cheer since it would alert his parents, but he could silently pump his fists in the air toward the invisible ceiling in his blackened room. Every hit, every stolen base, and especially every run was celebrated with the fervor of Christmas. Every strikeout, every double play and every long fly ball that didn't quite make the fence filled Joe with dismay.
Joe's folks sat in the living room. Joe's dad read the paper while Joe's mom worked a jigsaw puzzle.
"Ed? Did you hear that?"
"I know."
"Are you going to go talk to him?"
"No. Let him be, at least for tonight."
"You say that most nights."
When they finally headed off to bed, his dad stopped and opened Joe's door. He smiled as the light from the hall showed little Joe, in his footed pajamas, hugging the transistor radio as nothing but static eminated from the speakers.
He kissed Joe on the forehead and gently placed the radio on the dresser.
As he tucked him in once again, he whispered, "Good night, Buddy. Love you."
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He turned the volume all the way down, and then back up just a hair. He didn't have to waste any time finding the right AM station; his dial never moved from the broadcast of the Dukes, his hometown minor league team.
He couldn't cheer since it would alert his parents, but he could silently pump his fists in the air toward the invisible ceiling in his blackened room. Every hit, every stolen base, and especially every run was celebrated with the fervor of Christmas. Every strikeout, every double play and every long fly ball that didn't quite make the fence filled Joe with dismay.
Joe's folks sat in the living room. Joe's dad read the paper while Joe's mom worked a jigsaw puzzle.
"Ed? Did you hear that?"
"I know."
"Are you going to go talk to him?"
"No. Let him be, at least for tonight."
"You say that most nights."
When they finally headed off to bed, his dad stopped and opened Joe's door. He smiled as the light from the hall showed little Joe, in his footed pajamas, hugging the transistor radio as nothing but static eminated from the speakers.
He kissed Joe on the forehead and gently placed the radio on the dresser.
As he tucked him in once again, he whispered, "Good night, Buddy. Love you."
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Giveaway: The Honest Toddler: A Toddler's Guide to Parenting
The last giveaway went well, so let's do it again!
Tell us your funniest kiddo story. It can be about you as a kid, or about your own progeny.
Examples:
Two lucky winners will receive a copy of The Honest Toddler: A Toddler's Guide to Parenting, by Bunmi Laditan.
This giveaway is sponsored by Bunmi and her publishers - THANK YOU!
Edit: Congratulations to Chad Jones and Rob Shepherd!
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Tell us your funniest kiddo story. It can be about you as a kid, or about your own progeny.
Examples:
- Grocery store meltdown
- Embarrassing church moment
- Bathroom mishap
Two lucky winners will receive a copy of The Honest Toddler: A Toddler's Guide to Parenting, by Bunmi Laditan.
This giveaway is sponsored by Bunmi and her publishers - THANK YOU!
Edit: Congratulations to Chad Jones and Rob Shepherd!
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Giveaway: The Honest Toddler: A Toddler's Guide to Parenting
2013-12-16T04:14:00-07:00
Ricky Anderson
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