SC-75-BeDtimE-StoRy
Anthony gives away another slice of child-rearing wisdom. Yes, we have already contacted Child Services. Click to hear Episode 75.
Anthony gives away another slice of child-rearing wisdom. Yes, we have already contacted Child Services. Click to hear Episode 75.
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January 24th, 2007 at 12:50 pm
Oh, don’t ever think that we tired of hearing stories about Anthony’s kids. As a father of three myself (all about that same age), I love listening to him try to explain it to you guys and the fact that you just can’t imagine it as being accurate. Trust me, it’s accurate. Of course, my two oldest are girls, so replace “Hulk” and “Spiderman” with “Cinderella” and “Jasmine”, but the idea is the same. Oh, and instead of fighting bad guys, they always either go to the ball, or they get married. That’s all that ever happens in princess land.
What comes next will be even more fun as we get periodic appearances by a sleep-deprived Chris. We’ll have to imagine that “Oh the horror, the horror” look in his face the first time you see him after a really nasty “up the back, down the legs, try not to get it on yourself” diaper change. Anthony, I either want to hear you torturing him, or I want to hear your background laughter so hard that we fear for your health. It’s really the only way. Remember, they’d do it to you.
January 26th, 2007 at 7:10 pm
That red dog game is scary, I remember starting out in quarter/dime games and having to write checks for over $100.
Also, that lower abdominal inversion Anthony was saying Brayn did…. it is called “The Pink Sock”. I dare you to look that up on the internet!
February 7th, 2007 at 12:55 am
One more red-dog story… I was about 17 and the quarter/dime game again turned into high stakes, $80 in the pot (which is equivalent to $5000 to me now) THis dude has Queen-Duce and writes a check to cover his “all in” bet. Another queen flops up, and he loses… He screams loudly, grabs his check, runs out the back sliding glass door and hops the fence… GONE! Funny thing is… it was his house we were playing at…