This one should be narrated in hushed tones by the narrator of a nature documentary: “..and here we see how quickly the modern dad can move from in control to irrelevant…”

This is one that I think would have upset a lot of parents, and probably should have upset me. In context, though, it was just too funny.

A gentle tale for a gentle Monday. Stop by and enjoy a cool break from the summer heat.

Today’s tale features legendary lemons, the world’s best way to cook a hot dog, and a secret convent of nuns.

Note to self: the next time your darling son asks what you do best, lie.

You’d think that a little guy who is too sick to speak would be easy enough to beat at just about any game you could think of. Turns out that’s not so much the case…

I don’t know if the gift of Parseltongue skips a generation or not. As far as I know, neither my wife nor I have it. My folks don’t either, for that matter, though I suppose the big guy’s other grandparents might.

I don’t think there’s anything that would make me angrier than finding out my son is being bullied. Unfortunately, there is surprisingly little I can do about it.

It’s good to be a barbarian.

I have no idea how long the Hokey Pokey has been around. Has it been a century? I don’t know. It’s silly. It’s fun. It’s embarrassing, and I completely understand why my second-grader wouldn’t do it. He’s both too old and not old enough.