The Legend of Taderpole
The other day me and Alex were playing in his room when he very calmly informed me that I was a "taderpole". When I asked him what a taderpole is he just smiled at me and said,"You are, daddy." Suddenly like he had revealed some playground mafia style secrets, he clams up and wont say anything more about it. So later I nonchalantly call him a taderpole which he responds to by unleashing the legendary Alexander Axe strike. I was totally at his mercy with only my begging and crying to save myself. Later as I nurse my wounds I begin to wonder what kind of Illuminati sort of secret was I dealing with. Tonya told me that she thought that this was some kind of pronunciation of the word tadpole. When I proposed this to my resident genius, Alex, nodded that no it wasn't a tadpole all the while with that knowing smile and a slight giggle. I have always known that my son is stronger and faster than me, but now I am beginning to suspect that he is a super intelligent mastermind secretly running the household all while giving Tonya the illusion of control. Alas I lost any delusions that I run our household long ago. So now I am left to wonder about the untold legend of taderpole.
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