Tag: father

We Finally Saw Raffi

My son with Autism turned Raffi from singer to icon in our house.

I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.

You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.

The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.

One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”

Forever. No thought. Not even a question. All real parents would say the same.

The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…

I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”

I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”

It’s like living in an Adam Sandler movie.