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.

I believe this may be the first time I’ve ever written the phrase “daddy-sense.” It’s kind of like Spiderman’s spidey-sense, but less, well, spidery, and much more alarming.

We’ve all been there, but somehow it’s particularly cute when it happens to a six-year old.

In honor of Halloween, I present to you the second scariest DaddyTale I’ve ever written, along with a link to the scariest.

Pop quiz: you’re driving home late at night, and your eight-year old asks you about the devil. His six-year old brother also wants to hear. What do you do?

I would just like to say, for the record, that I blame this particular scene on the meds the little guy was on. He was clearly out of his head.

Have you ever tried collecting waves? It’s quite a lot of fun, especially if you have a couple of little guys to do it with.

There are some phrases that I simply don’t want to hear before I’m fully awake. One of those words, it turns out, is “dart gun.” Enjoy!

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