The Heroes Our Kids Deserve

“How can you bring children into a world where things like this happen?” Because of them.  The heroes who revealed themselves on September 11, 2001. The first responders who ran in headfirst to save those that could be saved. Far too many innocent lives were lost that day.  How many more would have been if not for those men and women? I can honestly look … Continue reading The Heroes Our Kids Deserve

To All Those Unmitigated, Parent-Shaming Douche Nozzles

DISCLAIMER:  It’s not that I’ve been the victim of parent shaming, per se.  It’s more that I’ve just had enough of parents being ugly to each other. Before we even get started, why yes – yes I do kiss my kids with this mouth. If you’re feeling a bit defensive after reading this title, it may be because you often find yourself dispensing what you … Continue reading To All Those Unmitigated, Parent-Shaming Douche Nozzles

I Am The Law?

The children have started to show their asses. During those first few years, a lot of the disciplinary issues we ran into were due more to a lack of understanding on our little angels’ parts than anything else.  The children didn’t understand that the walls of our home weren’t blank canvases to create upon with their un-washable markers.  They didn’t understand that grabbing something right out of someone’s … Continue reading I Am The Law?

Destroying Childhoods or Ruining What My Kids Make Me Watch

I think something inside me has finally broken. My beloved wife likes to joke (at least I think she’s joking) that I spoil everything.  This usually comes up in response to my habit of watching TV or movies with what I would refer to as an analytical eye. She just calls it pooping on everything. I can’t help myself.  I watch something and I immediately … Continue reading Destroying Childhoods or Ruining What My Kids Make Me Watch

Why God Made the Children Cute

Let’s get real for a moment. What would you do if someone did this to you? What about this? This? HOW ABOUT THIS?? I’ll tell you what you’d do – you’d call the cops, call an exorcist, or mete out violent retribution with your own two thirsty-for-blood fists. Unless, of course, those responsible happened to look like this:   I have suffered each of these … Continue reading Why God Made the Children Cute