Derek Cox Story
i need a small intro as i want the story to go to a skelton page want to tell you guys about a special technique that I’d like to say I invented, and it’s called: the “Triple Play”. This special technique is for the most advanced fathers and mothers in the parenting game.
There are 3 things that you need for this special technique. The first thing you need is a lot of water – preferably warm water. The next thing you need is a “Pappy” Meal. Not a Happy Meal but a Pappy meal – P – A – P – P – Y. That’s a home-cooked meal cheffed by dad with plenty of meat, veggies, and carbs. And the last thing you need is a good children’s book – preferably your child‘s favorite children’s book.
Now, you have everything you need for the “Triple Play.” You put your kid in the warm bubble bath. You bring the Pappy Meal to the bath side, and then you read your kid their bedtime story. They eat dinner, take a bath, and hear a bedtime story all at once. Three for one, the Triple Play! And if the kid spills any food on themselves, it’s easy cleanup; we wash it right on down the drain.
To any of my new parents or soon to be parents, try this technique. It will easily gain you an hour back to yourself in the evening. My son is 11 now, but in the past, I read books to him faithfully from the time he was born until almost 8 years old. I asked him does he remember me reading to him. With a fond tone of voice, he let me know that he does remember that. He liked how I would read Star Wars and
make all of the sound effects of the characters and blasters firing. I must say the force was with me when I was reading those stories because I would really get into it and try to make him feel like he was at the movies watching it.
I took reading with my son serious. I never skipped any pages or jumped to the end. If I was in town, I read to him practically everyday before his nap and every night before bedtime.
We bonded during those reading sessions. During the day when I would read before his nap, I would make it special by preparing a little snack for him to enjoy while I read. That was usually apple slices smeared with peanut butter or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Nestled in tight to my side and snacking away, he would get drawn into my animated readings of his favorite books. It’s amazing how those years make him comfortable curling up next to me even now at the age of 11.
I think this sort of closeness with his father validates him. He doesn’t need the acceptance of others, because he knows he has the acceptance of his father. He doesn’t seek validation from others because he has validation from his father