I believe that when my seven-year old reads this one in a couple years, he may find it to be the most embarassing of all the daddytales.

Have you ever been tempted to discuss your work with your kids? Read this, and you’ll be cured.

In which we see the price I pay for working weekends.

When it comes to kids, there is one inevitable defense to all zombie attacks. It’s just not one most people choose to use.

No nanas were hurt in the making of today’s daddytale. Well, maybe one was…

Some days, it’s harder to get out of bed than others. Fortunately, I have a secret that gets me through.

And before you ask, the answer is no. I’m not going to sing it for you.

I couldn’t really argue too much with the little guy. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never done it.

Okay, so my kids are more scared of the police than they are of Santa. I guess I understand that… but what now?

The big guy woke me up last Saturday by bouncing on the bed and shouting ”Good morning!” “Uhh,” I groaned and rolled over. 6:30 is too early to wake up on Saturdays. He crawled over me, and put his face about half an inch from mine. “Good Morning.” I cracked an eye open and grumbled ”Good morning.” […]