Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.

Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
Why do I have to physically stop myself from bringing in a plate of pizza bagels and taking a seat in the circle?
Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.