Oh Sweet Mary take me.If my son tells me he has to go potty one more time, and then proceeds to sit down, let fly ONE DROP, and then ask for a jelly bean, I am gonna make "going postal" look like a geriatric badminton match.I love that he is interested in the project, I admire his desire to use his God-given tool, now that he knows it has a use other than tugging. But I am a selfish human male, and there is only so much I can take.But then, I just think about that kid, and he keeps making me smile and forget how much I want to throw every fucking potty into the middle of the cul-de-sac. … [Read more...]

This article was first published last week in DFW's NeighborsGo publication, and on BurbMom.net. Today it is used as my offering for Fatherhood Friday. Let's see how many uses we can get out o' this puppy.Somewhere today a kid is stepping onto a playing field. Her first soccer game in her speedy pink shoes, his first freshman at-bat. And that standout day will be punctuated in some cases not by how well your child played, but by how you led them to the field.We have all seen the stories in the news, tragic in some cases, about parents who went too far. And yet, most of us consider those cautionary tales as extreme, and nothing like what actually happens at our kids' games. I gotta tell you, … [Read more...]