We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
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.