Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.
Even if I convince them of the truth today, they’ll just believe another lie tomorrow.
I may have enlightenment, but that’s a very different thing than having control.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
If you can’t be at peace, at least be a story.