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.
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.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”
We just literally moved yesterday. Half the things in this room are still covered in cellophane.
These reminders aren’t just for people with children.
That’s when being really cool became something I talk about in the past tense.