As I write, there are nine minutes left in Father’s Day, which is just right, given that every father I know feels like he has so much left to do, and just a scrap of time in which to do it. I’ve had two and a half lovely days at home, and tomorrow as well …
Tonight I introduced Isaac and Isaiah to the Tickle Monster Game, which I used to play with Caleb and Eli. (And which I write about in my book. Have I mentioned the new book today?) I armed them both with rubber swords and told them I would be hiding somewhere in my bedroom. When I …
Wife is gone with the older boys for a few days, leaving me with two year-old Isaiah and five year-old Isaac. We’re going to have some man time, I tell them. This evening, Isaac comes to me before dinner. “Dad, is it alright if I just wear a t-shirt and underwear?” Alright? It’s the classic …
Driving down the highway a few days ago, we pass a motorcycle. “Dad,” Isaac says to me, “do you know why that man is foolish?” I know what he’s going to say, but still I ask, “Why?” “Cause he’s not wearing a helmet.” “I know. That’s foolish, isn’t it?” “But there’s one good thing.” “What’s …
