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

Some resolutions are easy to see coming, and in retrospect, this is one of them. I didn’t, of course, but no one ended up getting hurt, so that’s a good thing.

Just what is the margin of error when it comes to telling time on Christmas morning?

I wish I had a more Christmas-y story for you today, but this one happened just the other day, and it was really funny.

What could be better than a lazy morning of sleep in, while your kids make you breakfast? I can think of a few things. Quite a few, actually.

Welcome to a great example of what I think of as “the Gulp.” It’s that moment when you suddenly realize that everything you’ve been doing has either been wrong or insufficient, that sinking feeling that it’s already too late to fix things. When it happens to you, The Gulp is absolutely horrible. When it happens to someone else… well, then it’s kind of funny.

How about some new traditions this year? Here are a couple that you may not have thought of, courtesy of the kids…

The big guy isn’t quite ready to shoulder this particular burden, no matter how much he may want to.

I think I need to add a new category called “maddening” just for stories like this one: stories where everyone except me gets to laugh.

Nothing like a little Funky Town to help work up an appetite!