I couldn’t really argue too much with the little guy. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never done it.

Names can be really confusing sometimes, particularly during the Superbowl.

What could be worse than waking up to the sound of kids fighting? Waking up to the sound of them playing, of course.

Magic tricks can be tough to figure out, particularly when you’re only five years old.

How do you stop an injured woman from using her cane? Just ask my 5-year old.

I can’t wait to hear next year’s guess as to why we give presents on Christmas eve!

The little guy may have won this battle, but the war of the tooth brush is far from over. Very far.

I need a category of tale called “please don’t tell my wife.” That’s where this one would go.

One of the kids’s favorite songs is “Fast Monkey”, by SteveSongs. If you hadn’t heard it, here’s a little taste: I’m fast, I’m really really fast.I’m faster…than a fast monkey! The song repeats this lyric subtituting in a different word for fast each time: slow, loud, quiet, and so forth. The reason it’s such a […]

The other Saturday morning, as my wife and youngest child were out walking the dogs, my seven-year old ran into the bedroom to wake me up. “Bzzzztttt,” he shouted. “I shot you with my lasers!” I rolled over to face him. My loving wife had left the bedroom lights on anyway, so sleep was pretty […]