Carolla - Daddy, stop talking: and other things my kids want but wont be getting

ADAM CAROLLA is the author of the New York Times bestsellers In Fifty Years Well All Be Chicks, Not Taco Bell Material and President Me, as well as a radio and television host, comedian, and actor. Carolla is well known as the cohost of the syndicated radio and MTV show Loveline, as the cocreator and star of The Man Show and Crank Yankers, and as a contestant on Dancing with the Stars and Celebrity Apprentice . He currently hosts Catch a Contractor and The Adam Carolla Show, which is the Guinness World Record holder for Most Downloaded Podcast and is available on iTunes and AdamCarolla.com.

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DADDY , STOP TALKING ! Copyright 2015 by Adam Carolla. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

FIRST EDITION

ISBN 978-0-06-239424-8

EPub Edition MAY 2015 ISBN 9780062394279

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For my children, Sonny and Natalia.

Thanks for giving me so much material to use in this book.

And to Lynette, for getting me into this mess in the first place.

Despite all my complaints, I love you very much.

Contents

ILL GET RIGHT out of the gate with an apology/explanation. I know that, before I had kids, I made a lot of proclamations that I would never become one of those celebrity blowhards who has kids, and then cant stop talking about them and goes and writes a childrens book (Im looking at you Jamie Lee Curtis, Paul McCartney and Madonna) or even worse, a parenting book.

But, as youll soon read and understand, raising kids is basically a problem you throw money at. Well, I have twins, so I need twice as much money to throw at the problem. Thus, this book. Please dont loan it to your friend. Make them buy their own. In fact if you could plan a Nazi-esque book burning when youre done with this copy so that it cant be passed around, Id really appreciate it.

This book will be full of tales of the misery that is parenting as a modern male. The days of Father Knows Best are long gone. Its no longer enough to be just the breadwinner and disciplinarian. Dads today are expected to be earners, handymen, and spider killers, like we always werebut now all the mommy bloggers have demanded that were also diaper changers, meal makers and field trip chaperones, too.

Unlike other celebrity parenting books, this one wont be an excuse for me to use my kids to talk about how great a dad and human being I am, with false humility. I cant stand that bullshit when famous folk use their kids as human shields to get windy about how grounded they are. Thats just a way of being a blowhard by saying that theyre not a blowhard. I cant stand when actors sit down with Billy Bush and say, When I come home after I leave the set, all I see is a five-year-old who wants to wrestle with Daddy. He doesnt know Im such a superstar that Ive had people taking my picture all day. Theyre essentially saying, He doesnt know how great I am!

Im also not going to tell you how I learn from my kids. Fuck that. Im the grown-up. They and, subsequently, you as you read this, are learning from me. Ive got no beef with her as an actress, but when Amy Adams won her Golden Globe she did one of those actressy things that drive me insane. She thanked everybody: costars, agents, managers, and so on. Then at the end she thanked her obnoxiously named child, Aviana, a name that Im pretty sure she took from the sparkling water she was drinking on set. This kid, by her own admission, was not old enough to understand what Mommy was saying. So why did she thank her? Because the little tyke had taught her how to accept joy and let go of fear. Her daughter was three. She probably only taught Amy how to have a Guatemalan chick take care of her while Mama was on set all day. My twins have taught me basically nothing except that kids are expensive and have no gratitude.

I hate the parent-shaming crap that is so pervasive today. Its like the guy who announces his wife is his best friend. He doesnt mean it; he just does it to make the rest of us look like assholes.

As I write this book, there is an Apple commercial showing how I can be closer with my kids through apps. It shows happy dads connecting with their progeny by using apps to map the stars, garden and take pictures of tidal pools. You know, shit that I never do with my kids because Im too busy earning the money to buy them the iPhones they use to ignore me. Ads like this are just not realistic. The only thing I do with my phone is watch a little porn, then call my agent and yell at him to find me work so that my kids can enjoy all those app-tivities with the nanny. If this ad were at all realistic, if it looked in any way like my life, it would show the dad screaming at the mother to get the glass replaced on her broken iPhone and then he and the kids staring at their phones while ignoring each other.

I know Ive already made the lady readers uteruses pucker with my insensitivity. Better get used to it. Youre only three pages in, theres plenty more to come. Listen, I understand that Im not the worlds greatest dad. You know how I know? Because I was driving behind him the other day. I found myself stuck in traffic recently and noticed an SUV with the Youre Driving Behind the Worlds Greatest Dad license plate frame. I immediately got mad at this jerk. I know that he didnt get it for himself. His kids went to the mall, saw that and bought it for him. My problem is that he actually put it on his car. If it were me, this thing wouldnt even leave the garage. Its like the dads wearing those Rainbow Loom bracelets their kids make. Sure, smile when they give it to you, but dont show up for work wearing it the next day. If your daughter brought home an orange freeway cone full of semen, and asked you to wear it like a clown hat, would you? If my kids brought me that license plate frame Id tell them I was going to keep it in the trunk so it could be closer to my heart. Where are this guys friends? Why isnt anyone telling him hes an asshole? I know part of my rage is envy. I am jealous that this guy doesnt care what people think of him. But I hate him for shoving his greatestness in the face of all of the other dads out there.

Not that I would want to be Father of the Year. Have you ever noticed how when youre named Of the Year for anything it generally comes back to bite you in the ass? The Employee of the Year is always the one who gets caught embezzling and the Teacher of the Year always ends up on the news as a pedophile, so I choose to embrace my mediocrity.

One piece of dad shaming is close to home; in fact its on my coffee table right now. Underneath my wifes Self magazine, which I argue in the narcissistic disaster we call America is a totally unnecessary publication, was a copy of Parents . I think we need magazines about how to focus on other people instead of ourselves. I dont know why this was in my house. This is just a device to scare my wife and other rich white folk into not vaccinating their kids and feeling inadequate because they purchased their Christmas ornaments instead of making them by hand. Just like the activities in the Apple ad, no one does the shit this magazine is suggesting. Im guessing the true purpose of this magazine is just to leave it around so when company comes over they think youre a good parent. How about a magazine called Earner with me on the cover?