I never know what fatherhood surprises are lurking around the corner.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
Hell hath no fury like an escaped Daddy Longlegs.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.
I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”
It’s like being the best barber in the shop and finding out that, in six months, your job will also include competitive Frisbee and candle-making.
Suddenly all the corny nonsense you were forced to do for the sake of family unity has become a source of humiliation again.