Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
Just when you thought it was safe, I show up...


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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Car Talk

Conversation with Alex today walking home from the park:

Alex: "Dad, what makes a car go fast?"

Dad: "Well, for one thing, the engine. The more powerful the engine, the faster the car can go."

Alex: "No, that's not right."

Dad (confused): "Really? You sure?"

Alex: "Yes, I'm sure. That's not what the car told me."

Dad (now wondering if that sandwich I gave him for lunch was tainted): "The car told you?"

Alex: "Yes, the car told me it was the car seats and the chairs in the car that make it go faster."

I will enroll Alex in an automotive course when he turns 13 so this condition does not become permanent.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Time for Wii

Conversation with Alex late yesterday afternoon while picking him up for the weekend.

Alex: "Dad, I missed you very much."

Dad: "I missed you, too, Alex."

Alex: "Can I play the Wii when I get to your house?"

Alex smirked. He was trying to manipulate me into playing the Wii. OK, let's see where this goes.

Dad: "We'll see if we have time later."

Alex: "Oh, we have time. My watch says...". He lifted his right wrist as if to look at his watch - the watch that doesn't exist - and said "Yep, it says Wii Time is at 5."

Dad: (impressed at the acting ability) "Well, in that case, you're late. It's 5:30 according to my phone clock."

He's getting better, I'll give him that.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


Conversation with Alex in the car this evening.

Dad: "Alex. Guess what?"

Alex: "What?"

Dad: "I love you."

Alex: "Well, I don't love you."

Dad: "Yes, you do. It think you're just trying to make me cry."

Alex: "No, I don't love you!"

Dad pretends to cry, including sniffles, moaning, and fake hiccups.

Alex: "Oh, stop crying. I really do love you. Heheheheheheheheee..."