<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582550</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:42:52.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatherhood</title><subtitle type='html'>A father's blog about life with his 2 young children.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingpapa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingpapa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>polar bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942248465779309153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582550.post-111941154775137436</id><published>2005-06-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:56:40.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 year old birthday</title><content type='html'>My younger son's birthday is coming up. He 'll turn 6 on his birthday. Everyday he'll keep asking me, " Is today's my birthday?" Then I'll tell him when will be his birthday and the number of days to his birthday. His brother will also constantly remind of his impending birthday and will daily give him an update of the number of remaining days. So the countdown begins. And as the day draws nearer and nearer, the younger boy starts to feel high and mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night , we were at the supermarket and were greeted at the entrance Madagascar mechandise of all sorts. Stationary, toys, watches, and what not.&lt;br /&gt;" I want the watch!" the younger boy demanded. I had actually gone into the supermarket to buy a packet of rice. So eager is he to get his watch, he takes the initiative to hunt for the rice I wanted. "It's there," he cries. I go to the direction he points. It is a false alarm. Meanwhile the two boys are wrecking havoc in the supermarket. The peace and calm of the supermarket ( it was late at about 9 pm and few shoppers around) was disturbed by the extreme excited shouts of the boys. " Ice Cream!" they yelled. There were a whole lot of other stuff which drew their loud cries but I forgot what they were. Going out with the children is enough to leave a sane person in a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Madagascar mechandise to have a second look. I tried to bargain with the little one telling you to settle for something cheaper like some cheap stationary. He refused and followed me to the cashier with the madagascar watch and presented it to the cashier. " I am not buying the toy watch," I told the lady cashier. Then the younger broke down and brawled loudly. What a stressful evening, I thought. The grandparents had inculcated or programmed the children to buy every toy in sight! I told them money doesn't grow on trees. On the way back, the sulky younger child kept saying angrily , "Stupid daddy. " I told him not to be rude or he'll be punished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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