The purée literally jumped four feet in the air and came splashing down on his head.
The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.
Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.
One tiny giggle kept these three alive for over a decade and counting.
Life lessons that served me no good will serve them no good. It’s my duty, as their father, to see that.
All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.
It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
I’m writing our life as a thriller in my brain, but it’s really more of a Disney Plus series.