Exactly what activities qualify as a “father-son” thing? I’m not really sure, but I suspect this is not one of them.

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.

The kids and I play games just about all the time. On this occasion, though, a new one was introduced, and I think I might be over my head.

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!

The challenge of who’s the better parent is probably not the healthiest of competitions. In fact, there’s an argument to be made that it’s downright destructive. Having said all that, I think I might have won this particular battle. Enjoy!

There’s a reason why you don’t go looking for alligators in Florida: you might find one.

If Jack ever needs some wingmen to help him out, I believe my boy’s would be more than happy to volunteer.