Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Playing sick and skipping school,
it’s a little childish and stupid
but then,
so is High School.

With my sweetheart and best friend
by my side until the end,
we took on the big city.
Fancy restaurants, the Met Gallery,
a parade, riding in a nice car,
dodging my vengeful sister, principal,
and my dumbfounded parents,
we took on the Big Apple.
We will remember the city,
but the city won’t remember us.

Life moves pretty fast.
If you don’t stop
and look around once in awhile,
    you could miss it.

So I give you this pass,
take a FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF.
You’ll need it, kid. Trust me.


Uncle Buck
I don’t think I want to know
a six-year-old who isn’t a dreamer,
or a sillyheart.

A dreamer should dream
and a sillyheart should be silly.
A six-year-old should be dreamy and silly.

A dreamer should be silly in his dreams
and a sillyheart should have a heart full of dreams.
A six-year-old should be dreaming of silliness.

You know, I don’t want to live in a world
where dreamers and sillyhearts don’t exist
because then I wouldn’t be UNCLE BUCK.
  
And my existence would be pointless.

Mr. Mom
Honey,
You gave me some real good advice once,
so let me give you some of my own.
It’s really easy to forget what’s important,
      so don’t.
What’s important is
knowing more about your children
than they do themselves,
not what your boss’s favorite drink is.

What’s important is
loving your family more than anything,
not the trips your boss offer you.

What’s important is
watching the kids grow up,
not some job, honey.

      So just remember what’s important.
      You’ll be golden if you do.
      And remember that I love you.

Love,
MR. MOM