I am a pretty good dad. We have two boys, the Math Major is now 20 and the Manchild is 15. Both of them are smarter than hell, and they and I get along better than my dad and I did. One measure is the visiting. When my folks split up, I liked being in my own room, so visiting my Dad wasn’t that big a deal. Our boys came up every weekend, unless school got in the way.
However, since they were knee-high to a grasshopper, there is one time I scare them and they really don’t want to be around me. Continue reading “Scaring the Children”