Snap at a friend and they dismiss it. Do the same to your kid, they'll bring it up at Thanksgiving when you're 60.
Suddenly, you're no longer Zack Morris. You're now Mr. Belding.
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
Having Autism or any special needs doesn’t mean the absence of personality or humor. All of his quirks - good and bad - are his and I love him.
Teach them to fear Styrofoam and they will cower at packing peanuts forever unless someone shows them how you were wrong. Teach them to fear people and the same thing will happen.
You don’t have to be expressly called a dipstick by an elementary school kid in order to feel like one.
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.
The reality is that there are plenty of times when we, as adults, need to get away from the kids in order to steal a few sobering moments to ourselves.
We spend our lifetimes beating ourselves up with false memories tailored to make things seem worse.
There are very few good parenting moments that allow us to put our feet up in another room, but this is one of them. It's like finding a vegetable that tastes like ice cream cake.