Destroying the Phone Book
Being a father has been an interesting adventure for me. I remember one night, I was home by myself with my daughter. She was about ten months old at the time, and I couldn’t get her to stop crying. My wife was at work, so I had no choice but to keep trying things to get her to stop crying. What finally worked was ripping pages of out phone books. I had gotten so frustrated, that I laid her down on the living room floor and walked away. I had been gone for five seconds, when she went completely quiet. I ran back in the room, and there she was on the floor, ripping out the yellow pages. Whatever works, right?
