For some inexplicable reason, the kids aren’t as excited about growing up to be a daddy any more. I’m not sure why.

I had never realized just how dangerous the transition from watching magic to performing magic can be. What do you think? Is magic real?

Goodnight Moon is one of the all-time classic picture books, one my kids have heard countless time. This particular reading, however, is one that I don’t think they’ll ever forget. I won’t either, primarily because I don’t think they’ll let me.

When running directly toward trouble, it’s probably best to prepare your excuses ahead of time. It’s not exactly the most obvious of life-lessons, but I think it’s one the big guy may now understand.

I think we’ve all tried this one, some of us more recently than others. I’m wondering, though, if it’s ever actually worked.

When you’re 8 years old, certain topics are never far away. It doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, they always come up.

There’s nothing like a careful weighing of the options when making a lifetime decision. And this, as the joke goes, is nothing like a careful weighing of the options.

Today’s tale dives into some deep and dangerous waters, but hey, when a kid asks you a question, you have to answer. Right? Enjoy!

The really funny thing here is that neither of my kids have seen the Stooges. I can’t help but wonder what their take on this whole thing was. It must have seemed to them like we were all speaking some secret code… which I guess we were, in a way.

In which my children get a faint glimpse into just how easy modern life is. Next month, I’m making them walk up hill to school in a blinding blizzard. I just have to find a blizzard first. And then a hill.