I once was able to

I once was able to just walk out of church, get into my car and go about my daily business.

Cannot, Shall Not

In which a common parent-child “conversation” is relayed, one which highlights the near-impossibility of achieving a base understanding when it comes to certain subjects, further solidifying a father’s status as “moron.” Or something.

Parents Have Options

In which an excerpt from my “forthcoming” common-sense, “instant-classic” parenting “book” is shared, one which highlights common flawed thinking as it pertains to being a parent AND being on time. Or something.

Keeping it Real, Sunday Edition

If our house were to be violently ransacked and robbed while we were at church one Sunday, I'm not sure we would be able to tell. In fact, it's possible that it might look better than we remembered leaving it.