Scaring the Children

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”