You’re probably thinking “Why?”
Well, the answer is twofold.
It's a high school.
I want her to get her dog-ree
you need to stop drop enroll
So I enrolled both my kids in the hurdles and 100m sprint.
Because she hated waisting time
Well, after a lot of trial and error, he finally came to his Senseis.
Blatantly stolen from my Uncles Facebook page (link in comments):
Uncle: I'm proud of myself. Instead of goofing off this summer, I chose to go back to school and better myself. I enrolled in a course and have spent the past few weeks in intense study, finally passing the final exam today with a score of 100% - a score that I'm pretty sure they don't see too often. It's not often that I toot my own horn, but this time I think I really deserve it. Thank you to everyone who helped me achieve my goal!
Friend: Congratulations! What subject?
Uncle: It was Traffic School. Speeding ticket. The system wanted me to fail.
It’s just, when my parents went to enroll me, we found out they were outer space.
Fir-nature.
My 5 year old told this at dinner. Either she heard it somewhere or I need to enroll her in Comedy school. What's the verdict?
Rick enRolled
Actual conversation with my wife this afternoon.
Me: If they named schools after their most famous alum, then I would have gone to "Duane, 'The Rock' Johnson High."
Wife: I suppose so.
Me: Home Economics enrollment would go through the roof.
Wife: confused Why?
Me: So they could smell what The Rock is cooking.
Wife: Oh God, you are SUCH a Dad.
Edit: I apparently can't apostrophe.
OK, this just happened: bumped head, bag of frozen veggies, < enter dad stage left (the doorway, stage right is a window, and it's shut).>
Me: what happened little man? Him: <he explains> Me: So... mummy peed on your head? <Wife smirks condescendingly> Him: what?
Now, this is what I need help with, it's not the first time this has happened either, the wife goes on for a minute or so explaining how "wee" is sometimes called "pee" and how I'm deliberately misunderstanding him for comic effect.
If this wasn't bad enough he then howls with laughter for about five minutes getting me to repeat what I said again and again, all the while jumping around in the bed and generally totally cured by my comedic genius.
This isn't the way it's meant to be, is it? Can I enrol in a local parenting class, or should I send my wife to couples therapy?
