Ok, not really. But do you remember a couple of weeks ago when she called me out ON THE AIR about eating the last cupcake in the house?

It happened again this morning, but LET ME EXPLAIN.

On Father’s Day Sandy and Leah baked a rhubarb cake for me. One of my faves. Just like my mom used to make. Anyways, I’ve been killing it the last few days. Rhubarb cake has been my chaser for everything. This morning, what did you think I had for breakfast? That’s right, the LAST PIECE of rhubarb cake.

Well, Leah was less than pleased. She yells, “DADDY, you’re supposed to share!” stomping out of the room to go pout in her playroom.

Keep in mind, she didn’t even EAT any of this delicious treat that was made FOR ME on Father’s Day. She smothered it in red frosting and ate THAT, disregarding the actual cake.

I pointed this out to her, but, much like her mother, at times it’s hard to have a rational conversation.

So there you go. My home is a war zone once again thanks to my love of baked goods. And I don’t care what anyone says, I DID NOTHING WRONG HERE! I suppose I should start figuring out what kind of gift would be suitable to blackmail her make up for this.

This weekend is Father’s Day.  I was trying to get the inside dirt on what Sandy had planned for me, so I interrogated our 3 year old, Leah.

Nothing.  Not even a hint.

How come when Sandy wants Leah to keep a secret it’s no problem, but when I ask her to keep one, this happens?

Happy Father’s Day!

Continuing from yesterday’s blog, I wanted to hear more stories about office sluts.  Male or female here, I certainly won’t discriminate based on gender.  Some questions to think about:

-Would you ever date the guy who is known as “the office slut”?

-Can you tell if someone is the office slut by the way they look or dress?

-Know anyone who tried to sleep with the boss in order to get ahead?

-Should I install a hidden camera in my office since it is apparently such a hotbed for sexual activities?

Maybe there’s money to be made online, yes?

Spezzano and Sandy touched on it this morning and I’m bringing it up because it’s part of my life…talking about Grand Theft Auto IV.  Now, I wasn’t waiting in line at midnight to buy the game like some people I know, but you’re damn right I am buying it tonight.  Am I a great role model or what?

Seriously, this is ADULT ENTERTAINMENT.  It’s no different than the other activities and entertainment we shield our kids from.  I promise you that this will stir up more controversy that any other form of entertainment has in a long time.  Remember 2 Live Crew?  That’s the kind of controversy I am anticipating.  Game changing controversy.  Let’s do our job as parents and keep our kids free of this.  If they do get their hands on it, have honest conversations about good and bad, fantasy and reality.

Or do what I am planning…institute early bedtime in your house for the next 3 months.

You lie.

Don’t feel bad, I do it too.  We are liars.  Think about the stuff your mom used to or still does tell you:

“Watching TV too close will hurt your eyes and make you go blind!”

“Don’t swallow that gum - it will stay in your stomach for seven years!”

“If you keep making that face, it might freeze and stay that way forever!”

LIES!!!

Fear tactics to make us conform!  There is no proof that anything like any of the things your mom used to tell you would actually happen!

What are your favorite “mom-isms” from your childhood?  Use any on your kids now?  Sound off, ya’ big liar-head!

I got a call from a listener on Monday who was livid.  She had seen the Kobe Bryant car jumping video and was upset that kids would imitate it and injure themselves in the process.

I understood her concern, but brushed it off because I had actually watched the video last weekend while I was surfing.  Oh, and my 3 year old watched it with me.  We had a laugh because we also watched the REAL Kobe Bryant car jumping video as well.

So am I a bad parent for exposing my daughter to this?

I remember being a kid and buying the Guns and Roses “Appetite for Destruction” tape.  I was so excited to be able to listen to “Welcome to the Jungle” over and over again.  Then my parents wanted to hear the tape as well.  If you know that album, then you know that it isn’t so squeaky clean.  After my parents heard the first few F-bombs, they told me I wasn’t allowed to listen to it anymore.

So what did I do?  I listened to it more than ever.

Isn’t that the way it is?

Is there a drawback to trying to shelter your kids?  What did your parents shelter you from when you were younger?  What are YOU banning your kids from?