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My wife and I were doing our best couch potato impressions one evening. As we sat watching some horrible excuse for a sitcom, my six year old son came running into the room. He stopped between us and the TV, blocking a portion of the picture with his mass, or lack thereof. He had run upstairs to show us his new costume that he had just created to pay homage to our grandfather clock. He had put a lot of time into his latest creation and was very proud of his Picaso-esqe work of art. We sat there looking at him, astonished with the detail. He had done a very good job using construction paper, markers, and a roll of scotch tape. He donned a clock face mask and a conspicuously placed pendulum. He was looking for some praise of his masterpiece, and all we could do was laugh. Yes, I know this is bad parenting…..but it was just plain funny. He taped the pendulum to the fly of his jeans and was swinging it back and forth. “Look! I’m a clock! Get it? Here is my face, my hands, and here is my pendulum. Watch it swing!” The funniest part of the whole thing was the resemblance of the pendulum to a specific part of the male anatomy. I could only wonder what he was thinking when making the costume. It was all in innocent fun but just looked a little off. It never crossed my mind, but I guess we do have a well-endowed grandfather clock. It just took looking at it through my son’s eyes to realize it.
