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Raising My Son Is A Psychosocial Experiment

Wednesday, May 9th, 2012

17 months.

At best, being a parent feels like a big psychosocial experiment. The goal?

To not only help my son survive to adulthood, but to teach him how to “be normal,” yet at the same time lead him to be an individual.

The ways I teach him by my example on how to verbally communicate, how to express emotions, and how to be a positively contributing member of society… well, it totally has a major effect on how he turns out.

Compared to any other investment, raising a child for the first time doesn’t make a whole lot of sense on paper.

Why should I be in charge of helping raise a kid from infancy? I wasn’t trained or ready for this by any means; simply not qualified.

Now that he’s nearly a year and a half, I finally feel confident enough to say I can get by doing this dad thing.

As you’ve just witnessed in the 37 second video clip above, my 17 month-old son willingly and preferably eats not only prunes but also spinach. Yeah, that’s not normal for most toddlers… or humans of any age.

As Steve Urkel would say, “Did I do that?”

Has my 17 months of parenting him caused him to actually like prunes and spinach? Or is it just the rare chance that he actually wants to eat those foods?

I guess we can’t know for sure, but I’ll take credit for it from anyone who is willing to give it to me.

After all, I personally I am a big fan of psychosocial experiments. At work today, I wore bold green corduroys with a clashing green necktie and a mint green shirt; just to see who in my office would assume I was being serious.

Even worse, on Monday I wore a vintage burnt orange leisure suit and tomorrow I will wore a white suit with a red Hawaiian shirt. And yes, there are people in my office who don’t realize it’s a joke. They truly believe I have that horrible of a fashion sense.

Another way I like to psychosocially experiment with people is on Facebook. I have this habit of writing bogus status updates that always involve me asking advice.

There was one where I needed to get a face tattoo removed by the weekend. Another where I was considering getting a nose job (making it bigger, not smaller) in order to be taken more seriously as a leader.

My latest hoax involves me accidently hitting a Bald Eagle with my car and sustaining its life by feeding it Children’s Tylenol and whiskey in my bathroom.

Yes, each time, there is at least one person who thinks I’m being serious.

So maybe on second thought, it’s not so ironic that an unexperienced guy like me would be a dad, because it’s pretty obvious I enjoy psychosocial experiments.

Now, what other kind of unlikely foods can I “teach” my toddler to eat?

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