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.
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.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
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.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
It’s easy to forget to make the memories when you’re busy running ragged into the ground.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
It’s good to give your kids positive reinforcement, but also to remind them that the entire world isn’t standing in awe of them
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
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