{"id":823,"date":"2005-12-20T15:18:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-20T22:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=823"},"modified":"2006-04-05T13:20:46","modified_gmt":"2006-04-05T20:20:46","slug":"113512163553999059","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=823","title":{"rendered":"113512163553999059"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Photo Sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/75720930\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/38\/75720930_f794a4497c.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I have done one of the meanest things a parent can do to a child, outside of running over their cat. Which I may or may not have done during my college days.<\/p>\n<p>I numbered the Christmas gifts.<\/p>\n<p>Yes. I know. MEAN HUH? (this is where you hear me laughing like an evil loon)<\/p>\n<p>The girls came home from their dads and there is a pile of gifts under the tree.<br \/>\n&#8220;YAY, GIFTS!!&#8221; They run towards the tree and pick up the multi colored boxes.<br \/>\n&#8220;Mom? Who&#8217;s #4?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;You&#8217;ll find out on Christmas&#8230;.unless&#8230;you can figure it out on your own.<\/p>\n<p>Oh the whining&#8230;Complaining&#8230;and then the &#8220;I&#8217;ll figure it out first!&#8221; threats.<\/p>\n<p>Everyday after school, Alyx has been setting aside a little time to figuring it out.  She asks me very simple questions in hopes of finding out what the answer is.<br \/>\nToday, after what sounded like a simple question, her eyes brightened and she rushed into the house.<br \/>\nShe had been asking one or two questions a day.  Well, all those questions added up to the answer she was waiting for.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Photo Sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/75720981\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/36\/75720981_c021dd8858.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mommy, if I get the answer right and show you how I got it, will you tell me if I&#8217;m right?&#8221;<br \/>\nI made her promise that if she did get it she wouldn&#8217;t tell the other kids how she got the answer. She promised.<\/p>\n<p>Then she brought me the right answer.<\/p>\n<p>I told her that if anyone else figured it out because of her notes that I would take her presents away.<\/p>\n<p>She took a pair of scissors and cut up the paper in a million pieces.<\/p>\n<p>At this moment she is sitting in the living room laughing like a evil loon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have done one of the meanest things a parent can do to a child, outside of running over their cat. Which I may or may not have done during my college days. I numbered the Christmas gifts. Yes. I know. MEAN HUH? (this is where you hear me laughing like an evil loon) The girls came home from their dads and there is a pile of gifts under the tree. &#8220;YAY, GIFTS!!&#8221; They run towards the tree and pick up the multi colored boxes. &#8220;Mom? Who&#8217;s #4?&#8221; &#8220;You&#8217;ll find out on Christmas&#8230;.unless&#8230;you can figure it out on your own. Oh the whining&#8230;Complaining&#8230;and then the &#8220;I&#8217;ll figure it out first!&#8221; threats. Everyday after school, Alyx has been setting aside a little time to figuring it out. She asks me very simple questions in hopes of finding out what the answer is. Today, after what sounded like a simple question, her eyes brightened and she rushed into the house. She had been asking one or two questions a day. Well, all those questions added up to the answer she was waiting for. &#8220;Mommy, if I get the answer right and show you how I got it, will you tell me if I&#8217;m right?&#8221; I made her promise that if she did get it she wouldn&#8217;t tell the other kids how she got the answer. She promised. Then she brought me the right answer. I told her that if anyone else figured it out because of her notes that I would take her presents away. She took a pair of scissors and cut up the paper in a million pieces. At this moment she is sitting in the living room laughing like a evil loon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-823","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/823","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=823"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/823\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=823"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=823"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=823"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}