Like Brian The Sailor said, you got chumped. You’ll be paying a boatload of child support, even if it isn’t called that. All the kid’s food, toys, school, medical bills, and let’s not forget the lawsuit settlements because your child busted a bunch of neighbor’s windows playing baseball and throwing rocks and stuff. I suggest you take one last look at your wallet while it still has money in it. Take a long look at George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, etc., ’cause like Paulie in the Godfather, you won’t seeing them no more.
I agree with Angela. It was a cinematic tour de force. It’s clear that the ambiguity of a “surprise” stands for the limitless possibilities that we face in life. Frank’s desire for nachos, via a reference to Beavis and Butthead, exposes Frank’s remaining desire to remain a child. Presented with the actual “surprise,” Frank publicly affirms his joy by finding yet still another reason to look forward to fatherhood. In the denouement, we are left with a bit of ennui over the question of whether Frank will indeed get his nachos. This tension re-enacts the push-pull that many fathers feel because of conflicting desires to remain a child while becoming a father.
Now that you’re gonna be a father, you’re gonna have to get familiar with one very important term: The Play Date.
Play date. Can you believe you have to make a date for your kid to play with another kid or kids (or like the hipsters of today love to say, kidz?). By that definition, I dated a lot of guys when I was a kid. Every time I swung by my friend Ernie’s house to see if he wanted to play baseball I was asking him for a date. Everyone of the hundreds of baseball games we played all summer long was a date. Me, Mr. Hetero God How I Love Women And How They Look dated a bunch of guys! Do you get the picture? That’s right, my happy childhood is RUINED!!!
I wonder who was the idiot who came up with that term? If anybody here knows please punch him/her in the mouth. Thanks in advance…
Since you are already married, does that mean the biological father won’t have to pay child support either?
Do I get to be FIRST? Husbands pay child support, it’s just not called that.
I laughed, I cried … two thumbs up.
Like Brian The Sailor said, you got chumped. You’ll be paying a boatload of child support, even if it isn’t called that. All the kid’s food, toys, school, medical bills, and let’s not forget the lawsuit settlements because your child busted a bunch of neighbor’s windows playing baseball and throwing rocks and stuff. I suggest you take one last look at your wallet while it still has money in it. Take a long look at George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, etc., ’cause like Paulie in the Godfather, you won’t seeing them no more.
So, did you get nachos?
I agree with Angela. It was a cinematic tour de force. It’s clear that the ambiguity of a “surprise” stands for the limitless possibilities that we face in life. Frank’s desire for nachos, via a reference to Beavis and Butthead, exposes Frank’s remaining desire to remain a child. Presented with the actual “surprise,” Frank publicly affirms his joy by finding yet still another reason to look forward to fatherhood. In the denouement, we are left with a bit of ennui over the question of whether Frank will indeed get his nachos. This tension re-enacts the push-pull that many fathers feel because of conflicting desires to remain a child while becoming a father.
Now that you’re gonna be a father, you’re gonna have to get familiar with one very important term: The Play Date.
Play date. Can you believe you have to make a date for your kid to play with another kid or kids (or like the hipsters of today love to say, kidz?). By that definition, I dated a lot of guys when I was a kid. Every time I swung by my friend Ernie’s house to see if he wanted to play baseball I was asking him for a date. Everyone of the hundreds of baseball games we played all summer long was a date. Me, Mr. Hetero God How I Love Women And How They Look dated a bunch of guys! Do you get the picture? That’s right, my happy childhood is RUINED!!!
I wonder who was the idiot who came up with that term? If anybody here knows please punch him/her in the mouth. Thanks in advance…
Another Deadbeat???
Once again, Sarah K. destroys Frank’s hopes of nachos for dinner. So sad.
Nachos ain’t nuthin’ compared wit a bairn in the barn.
Short and sweet.
Bravo Frankj!