Please, god, if you’re awake and happen to have one of the TVs tuned to this archery supply place in the middle of Amish country (you’re cool with them, right?) right now, please please please help send one of her arrows through one god damn (shit, sorry about that) balloon. […]
Confession time, I haven’t the foggiest idea what either of my daughters’ first words were. I’d like to think each kid blurted out a loud & proud “dada!” because, well, duh, but I’d only be guessing. “Emancipation”? “Hummus”? “Let’s Go Red Wings!”? Maaaaaaaybe, but no, probably not. Jimmy Fallon, the […]
Sometimes my mom prints out my blog posts, the touching ones that mention or in some way involve her or my dad or my childhood in general. She’ll jack up the font and use up some of her valuable printer ink so that my dad can more easily read my […]
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Reading books on the Kindle app on iPads These are a few of our favorite dads. My sincerest apologies to both Rodgers and Hammerstein for the musical theater crimes I’ve just committed, but the opportunity to […]
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I’ve previously written about the sweet, sentimental greatness of certain musically-inclined papa’s singing about their children. Most notably, see Mr. Whirly’s “Mooshpie” music video. It’s a ditty I called the best parenting song ever. Here’s another lovely parenting song and music video from The Que Pastas. “Helen’s Song” is a […]
It has come to my attention that I am more like jerky than previously believed, and not only because I’m sometimes a jerk. Anyway, that’d be WAY too obvious a joke. And that’s not my style. I should be clear here, before we go any further down this curious road: […]
Apparently, NOT saying sorry to your kid is a thing. A thing that actual parents do. On purpose. For what illogical reasons I can only guess; to be tough, to be dominant, to show no sign of weakness? I cannot imagine not being upfront and honest with my kids, or […]
