Me and My Dad

By Robert Russell Marquardt

Every Boy Needs a Dad

The author has stepped into his own past to reflect upon how a youthful mind begins wondering about life. Who can a son turn to? Dad...who is put on the spot and finds his authority challenged by thoughts and expressions of his son's closest friend and his father, and he has to grapple with conflict when their influence clashes with Dad's perceptions and views. The young boy's observations are imbedded into his subconscious and begins to form him as a unique person.

Award-winning poet Robert Russell Marquardt takes another provocative step into your world in this delightful and amusing dialogue between a father and his young son, complimenting his other newly-released book: it's me... Rodney, a bold attempt at overhearing daily conversations between a brash but genuine young man and God. You will enjoy these digressions from the author's poetic form in his previously-published works from Authorhouse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 14, 2006
• ISBN: 9781463492670

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Contents

Papa, a girl kissed me!

Where do babies come from, Papa?

Can I have a dog, Papa?

Papa, Billy ate a worm!

Me and Billy play dead

Billy has a B-B gun!

Are girls smarter than boys, Papa?

Making farts is fun, Papa

Billy’s New Bike

Papa, what are horses apples?

Billy’s papa saw a space ship!

Why do people get married, Papa?

What’s a jockstrap, Papa?

Can we go fishing sometime, Papa?

Does God make accidents, Papa?

Papa, what’s wrong with Grandpa?

Papa, my bed is wet!

Why are some people fat, Papa?

Billy’s Papa got drunk!

Papa, can I get some pigeons?

Elephants are ugly

Why do girls have bumps, Papa?

Why is Mama Crying, Papa?

Papa, Grandma took her teeth out!

Why do you smoke, Papa?

Why do we pray, Papa?

What’s that loud noise, Papa?

I’m afraid of the boogieman, Papa

Why does Billy’s dog lift his leg up, Papa?

Is there really a Santa Claus, Papa?

Where did all the stars come from, Papa?

Why do you have hair under your arms, Papa?

Papa! Mama’s belly is getting bigger!

I want to be an actor, Papa

Papa, I wrote a poem!

to my son

Luke

me and my dad

do

everything together

FOREWORD

I hope you enjoy this journey

into the mind of a young boy

as he begins to question life

at an early age

and

turns to his dad for

all the answers

The Author

me and my dad

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Papa, a girl kissed me!

Papa, a girl kissed me!

Papa, a girl kissed me!

That means she likes you, Son

But kissing is for big people

I know, Son, but anyone can kiss someone if they like them

Can boys kiss boys, Papa?

No, Son, they shouldn’t do that

"But why not, Papa? You said if you like someone you can

kiss them"

"Well, I know, Son, but boys shouldn’t kiss boys. Only boys

and girls should kiss"

Can I kiss a girl too, Papa?

If you want to, Son. If you like her, you can kiss her

"But my friend Billy would laugh, Papa. He said kissing

is for sissies"

"Well, don’t worry about what Billy would think. Kissing

isn’t for sissies, Son"

I’m glad, Papa. I think kissing a girl would be fun

It is, Son, it is

Did you kiss a girl when you were a little boy, Papa?

Yes, I did, Son

Was it Mama?

No, Son, it wasn’t Mama

You kissed somebody besides Mama?

Well, yes, it was long before I met Mama

Did she get a baby?

Kissing doesn’t make babies, Son

Then what does kissing do?

Well, it’s just a special way to show someone you like them

I think I understand, Papa

That’s good, Son

Thank you, Papa

Papa?

Yes, Son?

I’m going to think about kissing a girl, Papa

That’s good, Son

I like Billy’s little sister

Papa, a girl kissed me!

me and my dad

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"Where do babies come from,

Papa?"

Where do babies come from, Papa?

Where do babies come from, Papa?

They come from me, Son

All babies come from you, Papa?!

Not all babies, Son, just the ones I want to make

Where do you keep them, Papa?

Well, they’re inside of me

But I thought babies came from Mama

They do, but I have to put them inside Mama

Why doesn’t she just keep them, Papa?

"Well, Son, inside of me they’re just little seeds. Then I

plant them inside Mama"

How may seeds do you have, Papa?

Oh, millions, Son

Millions?! You have millions of babies inside you?

"No, Son, not millions of babies...millions of seeds. But