Does It Make Me a Bad Father…
…that I wanted to wake up Henry at 11:30 at night to tell him that the Yankees won the World Series? Because, you know, he’s a big fan of the Bronx Bombers.
And cheese. A huge fan of cheese.
Barnabas Monkeypants
All the monkeyness, without the tail
Henry is happiest when he's looking at or playing with or reading about cars and trucks and fire engines and bulldozers -- pretty much anything with wheels or that makes a loud, growly noise. This book has all that (and if you're a little nutty like me, you can add the sound effects).
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November 5th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
simply being a yankees fan makes you a bad father
November 5th, 2009 at 5:39 pm
NOT! Fits right into the family
I’ve been a fan since the early ’60s when I lived in Manhatten ~10 blocks from the bridge over to Yankee Stadium.