At the end of this past summer, my wife and I bought our sixth grader a cell phone. Right now, many of you are groaning. You're probably thinking, “A sixth grader? Really?!?” Yep, we did, but, here’s the good news. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. We bought our daughter a cell phone for a few different reasons… Because I’m no longer a full-time stay-at-home dad, there will be occasions where she will be a latchkey kid. It won’t happen often, but when it does, it will be nice for her to call us (side note we don’t have a landline … remember those?) She got her Safe Sitter … [Read more...]
I'm a poser. I, at times, gracefully fake being a fully present father.
+ + +From my vantage point on the nearby playground, I could see a golfer on the tee box in the distance. He looked like a legitimate professional – wearing a white belt, a bright-colored, neatly pressed shirt with matching shorts and sparkling clean, glowing white spikes. My daughter attempted to interrupt my staring, “Dad? Dad? DAD?” “Hold on, Vivi! I want to see this guy tee off,” shushing my 8-year-old as if I were a patron at the Masters. “SHHH? What? It’s a … [Read more...]
You’re walking through the mall or Target or are at the park with your kids in tow. And a stranger stops you. “Oh, your kids are so cute," the person says. "How’s Daddy doing babysitting you?” It has happened to me. Thankfully it hasn’t happened a ton. But it has happened enough that it pisses me off to no end. I’m sorry? Did you just ask me if I was babysitting MY OWN KIDS?! Walk away. Walk away now. This little bit of language people use when they see a dad out and about with their kids alone, this idea that because there is no mother present that the dad is babysitting -- it’s … [Read more...]