Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
My kids don’t teach me; they are me. They are the reflection of me that I don’t or won’t or can’t see in the moment when they are behaving badly – when they’re the ones taking stuff from other kids.
My wife, Kristin, works weekends. It’s a 24 hour shift starting Friday evening and ending Saturday evening. Everything in between is called Dadderday (Dad + Saturday).
I apologized for getting so angry with her 8 hours prior and asked her if we can each try to not get so worked up over such things as crayons boxes, pieces of tape, and 30 seconds on either side of any single minute, 7:46 A.M. or otherwise.
You’re pretty when you ask questions. You’re pretty when I answer, and then you ask another question. You’re pretty when you squint in disbelief and say, “Is that real or are you just joking?”
“Do you know what it is like to have a child with Autism?” You were not rude when you asked the question. In fact, you were quite sincere. Your daughter could not have been more than five years old. She was beautiful and looked scared that I was at the table. She looked like she thought she was in trouble.
By Nick Geurts. Why this dad is quitting smoking. For good.
Each Valentine’s Day, my daughters and I put our finest clothes on for the Father-Daughter Dance at our local YMCA.
Here’s a list of new things to try to get your old groove back.
I’m determined not to be ordered around by a two-year-old.