Please Don't Vex The Dog

Stop Vexing The DogThe truly great part of my life is not living in Peru nor is it working in my work-a-day job. It has been raising five children, each of whom have taught me more than I ever learned in school and brought me more joy than all of the other experiences of my life. perhaps obvious; but this all goes hand in hand with having married the perfect woman for me who I am told frequently by others, that I don’t deserve. I do agree with that but, she got the short end of the stick and life has it’s defects.

The other night, my daughter was plucking her eyebrows and I was hassling her via the dog that I molested into joggling my daughter’s aim. She became more and more harassed and told me to stop. When I feigned innocence she said, “Alright, but you are vexing the dog.” I am not kidding, she said, “…vexing.” She said it with such ease that it made me decide I need to steer her off of the current Jane Austin, Emily Bronte etc. reading kick. But it made us all laugh at her improved vocabulary and I must say, made me appreciate the varied literary tastes of my offspring.