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My wife and I are having a fight and we need YOUR help

See, it's like this:

We're not actually having a fight -- my wife prefers the term "parenting stand-off." And we need our readers to help us decide who's right. Lindsay and I have different perspectives on whether our toddler should be required to give hugs, particularly when it comes to bedtime, or saying goodbye, and particularly particularly when it comes to our daughter running screaming from my wife.

On our daughter not having a stripper name

The very first piece I posted on this blog had to do with naming my daughter, whose full name is Addison Sage Call. After a lot of research and discussion, Lindsay and I felt pretty good about that name, even though one of the first reactions we got from anyone was from a good friend who exclaimed incredulously, "Sage? You're gonna give her a stripper's name?"

Dreams used to be a lot more fun

My wife woke me up the other night and told me that I was sleep-talking and muttering "No thank you!" very sternly. She says it happened at least three times, and that I owe her several hours of sleep, and to STOP TALKING. Apparently I'd been disciplining Addison in my sleep all night long.

Pirate scars

On internet creepers and Jason Good

So, there's a guy on the internet that I've been following for a month or two. Basically since I started blogging, although I can't remember exactly how I found him. His name is Jason Good, and he's hella funny. He's a dad and a comedian. A real comedian, I mean. I saw a picture somewhere with him and Joel McHale schmoozing.

He's got a great web site, and I like to check it out now and then to get a laugh and to get my own brain juices cooking. Is that a phrase? Anyway, it's not a drug reference . . . it's just what I imagine happening when things start coming together up there in my noggin.

In one hole, out the other

So, at first I thought that maybe I had too many comics focusing on poop. But then I was talking to my mother-in-law, and she was being all complimentary about my blog, and saying she thought I was funny.

I was like, "It's just because you like the poop jokes." And she surprised me, and said "I think some of those are really funny." So, you can blame this comic on my mother-in-law, who loves poop jokes.

But for the real-life scenario that inspired the cartoon, you'll have to blame that on me. Addison sometimes takes a long time on the potty, reading multiple books and singing songs and whatnot. And sometimes she takes a long time to finish her milk, because she's playing with her food or spinning in circles or whatever. So, being the very efficient multi-tasker that I am, the solution seemed pretty obvious.

Although once my wife saw it, the experiment ended. She doesn't respect my brilliance. Or science.