I think I need to add a new category called “maddening” just for stories like this one: stories where everyone except me gets to laugh.

Nothing like a little Funky Town to help work up an appetite!

I believe this may be the first time I’ve ever written the phrase “daddy-sense.” It’s kind of like Spiderman’s spidey-sense, but less, well, spidery, and much more alarming.

Nothing like a little friendly competition to get the juices flowing. I just wish I could win a few more…

We’ve all been there, but somehow it’s particularly cute when it happens to a six-year old.

In honor of Halloween, I present to you the second scariest DaddyTale I’ve ever written, along with a link to the scariest.

Sometimes, it can be tough to understand the mysterious ways of the tooth fairy. I know I still haven’t quite figured it out. Maybe you can help?

Staying at the hospital can change a person, and not always for the better. In this case, though, the change seems to have been temporary. Thank goodness.

Pop quiz: you’re driving home late at night, and your eight-year old asks you about the devil. His six-year old brother also wants to hear. What do you do?

I would just like to say, for the record, that I blame this particular scene on the meds the little guy was on. He was clearly out of his head.