No one thanks you for the lights being on. They just blame you when they’re not.
I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.
It feels natural at this point to throw in an “I’m sorry to say”, but I’m not.
I remember being excited about my new Freazy Freakies. What type of frozen tundra did I live in?
I’ve never had a relationship as special as the unique ones I have with each of them.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
Being Dad is the greatest, scariest, happiest, lifetime of dread I could have ever signed up for.
Life lessons that served me no good will serve them no good. It’s my duty, as their father, to see that.
It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.