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Please don’t let me become that grandparent

December 30, 2011

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Having just spent the prior week at your Grandmother’s, I have amassed quite a bit of material about which to blog. At 80-something and 90-something, your Grandmother and Grandfather are very good predictors of what you could expect from me when I get older (yes, there are older people than me, son). I say “could” […]

I like your to-do list better than mine

November 29, 2011

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Son, I found a To-Do list that you wrote today. I had no idea you were so organized! Sixteen things on it—that’s a lot for one day. I can totally understand how you’ve got no time for homework. I hope you don’t mind but I’ve taken the liberty of creating my own list to go […]

I’m not depressed; I’m serotoninally challenged

November 18, 2011

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Son, there’s this stuff called serotonin. It lubricates your neurons or something. Apparently well-oiled neurons help ensure that you’re mentally healthy, happy and generally OK with things. If you don’t have much of it then your brain’s all out of whack and you’re depressed and generally pissy. Healthy people make serotonin and pump it around […]

Hey son, admit it: you like her

November 6, 2011

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Hey son, feel that? Weird, huh? I know what you’re thinking: It can’t be what you think it might be. NOBODY likes girls. Well, teenagers do, but that’s just gross. And as I recall, you intend to skip that whole phase (we’ll discuss the practicality of that later). OK, so if it’s not about girls, […]

6 important considerations before you start to procreate

November 1, 2011

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  Welcome to the fifth instalment of WTF Wednesday where there are no stupid questions. I can’t make the same promise about the answers, however. Today’s question comes from an anonymous person, via one of the search engines, who writes: Dear IBMP, What are the things to be considered to be a parent? It’s great […]

The alternate dimension my son calls reality

October 30, 2011

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OK, son, let’s discuss reality.   Both of them: yours and mine. See, mine is the one in which money doesn’t miraculously appear just because we want to spend it. In my reality dogs don’t like when kids try to ride them across the living room; fish actually die if you choose not to feed them; […]