When bad parenting looks like good parenting and good parenting seems absolutely pointless, what’s a dad to do?

Have you ever found yourself telling someone something that you absolutely knew was true, only to realize that your source for the information was more than a little suspect?

Exactly what activities qualify as a “father-son” thing? I’m not really sure, but I suspect this is not one of them.

Pick the toughest neighborhood in your town and imagine yourself walking through it after dark, with your eight-year old. That’s where this story starts. Where it ends is some place altogether different.

The kids and I play games just about all the time. On this occasion, though, a new one was introduced, and I think I might be over my head.

It is the challenge of millions of parents across the globe: how to keep the kids quiet during church. This is a story of an attempt to move beyond that goal, to try to achieve that most lofty of goals: attentiveness.

Is eight years old too young for romance to blossom? Not at the roller rink!

There’s a reason why you don’t go looking for alligators in Florida: you might find one.

If Jack ever needs some wingmen to help him out, I believe my boy’s would be more than happy to volunteer.

It’s so nice when your kids decide to start trying to help you out, except when it isn’t.