So I needed some soap while I was in the shower this morning and I called out to my lovely and talented wife to please get me some. She rummaged for a minute and said we were out. “Give me the soft soap,” I said. She mumbled something and came back with a bar of soap from the kids’ bathroom. A cute little bar with waves and yellow ducks in it. “Soap is soap,” she said. So it is. Unfortunately, the manufacturer left off the truth-in-advertising statement “Smells Like Vomit.” I’d give you the name as a warning but it was wisely unlabeled. I think we got it as part of a gift pack. So, I used the soft soap.

On another topic, I think we may be losing the battle on the dog front. The daughter keeps coming up with completely compelling and bulletproof arguments for a dog like “the cats don’t play” and “dogs are better.” How much longer can I keep telling her no? I fear her willpower and determination on this point may be greater than mine. Also, I think I have the germ of a thought that getting a dog may get those pesky cats in line once and for all.

Dogs and vomit soap. This is fatherhood.

Comments

1. pete on 2005-08-22 21:58:15 wrote: hope you are ready to be picking up dog crap every day. :D the lovely and talented wife will probably be making you clean up that mess. and don’t expect much help from the kids in this department. hehe.

2. Silph on 2005-08-27 00:38:07 wrote: perhaps it was an unwise idea to start eating a meal just before checking your blog.. .. vomit soap.. ugh.

3. john on 2005-08-27 02:43:08 wrote: I sometimes have that effect on people.