What makes this one worse is that the little guy doesn’t even know the song. He only knows the first line, and that’s only because he heard me singing it.

After a year of working on it, I think we may finally be adding a new tradition to our family. Well, new to the kids, at any rate.

Exactly what do you think of when you see a giant mound of red dirt? The answer will tell you exactly how old you are.

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?

Any bedtime song can get the kids sleeping, but it takes a really special one to get them dancing.

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.

This wasn’t exactly the end of my parenting rope, but it was kind of close.

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!

Here’s an attention-getter that isn’t terribly subtle. Funny, but not subtle. Enjoy!