For some people, this would be a true nightmare, and to be honest, I think it almost was.

In which I inject a little bit of realism into my son’s scouting ambition. Okay, maybe not exactly realism…

If someone had done this to me when I was a little guy, I would have been absolutely terrified.

Is there anything cuter than a grumpy seven-year old?

Sometimes, I think the scariest costume I could wear would be a simple sign saying “your husband” on it…

I’m not saying this completely absolves me of all guilt in the case of the bursting appendix, but it comes awfully close.

I’m all for a show with my meal, but this one didn’t quite fit the mood.

I’m not sure what the parenting books would say about this particular method of dealing with rejection, but it sure feels right to me.

In which carefully prepared activities, designed for fun and silliness, are soundly beaten by a tree. In retrospect, it was never even a contest.

How can you turn an incredibly lame surprise into a hopefully not-so-lame surprise? I’ll give you a hint. It involves writing a newspaper article.