He used to be Mr. Tuff. As clearly no longer deserves that name, he will now go by a series of titles covering the gamut of luxury items we can no longer afford to purchase:
- Mr. Laptop
- Mr. iPad
- Mr. La-Z-Boy
- Mr. Surround Sound
- Mr. Winter Vacation
- Mr. Christmas
As I have learned from my father, (who is a great father) I try to be super involved with my kid. I have done my best to emulate what my dad did for me. Always being around, doing things I don’t want to do because my kid does want to do it. I am, (I guess we are), statistically speaking, in the lower end of testicle size.
From a biological perspective, life is all about passing on one’s genes, and there are different ways to do that; one way is to invest heavily in a few precious offspring to make sure they survive, while another is to invest a whole lot of time and energy in mating and hope something pans out. Do human males exhibit this tradeoff? To address this question, the Emory researchers turned to testicles.
Yep, you read that right—testicles. Testes size has been linked to reproductive effort in several species; big ones generally mean increased sperm production, which increases the likelihood of mating success. Perhaps men with large testicles would be naturally predisposed to sow their seed rather than stay home with the kids. Guys who are less well-endowed, then, might be more likely to be the nurturing sort.
This is what I read as I am home with my kid after:
- Adjusting my work schedule to pick her up from school
- On a day that is especially early so we can get ready for Tae Kwon Do class together because we missed the day prior
- But only before we read books together for 30 minutes
- So I can take her to the park and watch her run around for an hour
So because I am around, helping my kid and doing stuff for her and my family instead of “sowing my seed”, some buttheaded scientists in Atlanta tell me I get to have small nuts too.
Oh well is the only answer I can offer. I guess I am rather proud of my diminished manhood.
Thanks for that, science.
Not only did Mom make Dad hike 4+ miles around the many falls in Silver Creek Falls State Park; she made Ashley walk the entire amount too! Not without much griping and gnashing of teeth.
Things started well, but they didn’t finish well. I suppose in the grant picture they finished fine because everybody is healthy and whole, but they didn’t finish ideally because Ashley was so mad she practically invented new curse words for her Mother and I.
Oh good. Nothing like a filthy rabbit in our home to play hacky sack with his little mini turds.
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Well, if you are gonna have a dwarf rabbit, you gotta build a cage. And if your rabbit will never get bigger than a football, then you gotta build a cage that has 72 cubic feet of space.
Thanks to grandpa ducky for doing the majority of the work and all of the brains in constructing the luxury palace for our Hay to Poop processing machine.
Mom had the idea. Dad had the car, the tape measure and he knew where Lowes was. Most importantly, he had a method of payment.
Then we spent a Saturday at Grandpa Duckys (after spending a Friday night there) and Grandpa showed us how to make the plans for the planter window box that Mom wanted. We then went to the store with Ducky and got all the materials and Ducky spent an entire afternoon showing Dad how to do it.
The result is pretty much exactly what Mom wanted (well, she wanted it twice as long but the physics of the car prevented that) and we brought it home and stained it. There was a period of time where we kicked around the idea of putting some painted decorations on it, but it looks better as a simple box.