I want to give lectures about what I was forced to call meals as a child and how we don’t get to choose what we want to eat. But, alas, I’m tired. So I plop the Eggos in the toaster and everyone enjoys their morning.
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Naughty, But Nice
As I frantically tried to put his clothes back on, I repeated “No, no, no,” and “we don’t take our clothes off”.
Oh, Snap! Remember Nostalgia?
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
Suddenly I Was A Suburban Dad
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
My Vsco Daughter’s Hydroflask Sksksk
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
Making School Lunches, Making Me Crazy
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
Small Talk About Small Talk
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.
New Me, Old Me, Both Me
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
I Don’t Like The Ice Cream Man
Hey, kids are happy? Yeah? Not for long. Ice cream man is here.
Middle School Kid And Her Middle-Aged Dad
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.
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