28 Jun

Dad and Buried Posted in discipline 6 comments

Not My Kid, Not My Problem

Large groups of toddlers make me very uncomfortable. Simply surviving the tornado that is my own (almost) two-year-old is a daily workout. When there is a group of these creatures underfoot, my blood pressure goes through the roof.

I’ve written about the struggles of keeping my son in check when visiting a friend’s home, but today’s post is not about my kid; it’s about everyone else’s.

My kid gives me enough stress. If it’s not my kid? It’s not my problem.

20 Jun

Dad and Buried Posted in Digression 13 comments

“The name is Man. Spider-Man.”

Lots of people, even – maybe especially – Spider-man fans, are angry that a new Spider-man movie is coming out in a few weeks.

But as a fan of superheroes, I don’t have a problem with a new Spidey movie. I want to see more.

Just not more of the same.

19 Jun

Dad and Buried Posted in Health 39 comments

Decent Exposure

Over the past two years I’ve seen a lot of my son’s penis.

I’d have to say that aside from my own, there’s no one penis I’ve seen more of.

And I’ve been on Chat Roulette.

“You’re a Great Dad. Who Knew?”

The title of this post is an exact quote from my wife. Thanks, honey?

It’s a borderline offensive thing to say, but she’s right. No one knew I’d be, let alone expected me to be, a great dad. Or even a good one. Not her. Not you. Least of all me.

Okay. Maybe least of all you.

11 Jun

Dad and Buried Posted in Health 4 comments

How Much Do You Love Your Kids?

Apparently human beings can get hoof-to-mouth disease. I guess this means we’re done with petting zoos.

But are we done with hugs too?

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