My ten year old has more homework than I think I had in high school. Or....maybe I just didn't do most of my homework in high school.

But still.

What the hell?

He's ten.

I need more coffee to get through the night.

Don't need her. Have my kid.

Tell us about a Terrible, Horrible, Not Good, Very Bad Day you have had. Was it as bad as Alexander's in the children's book on the subject? Did it make you want to move to Australia?The night before Frankie and Heather moved out of the country, he slept over at my place. We'd already had a rough night of trying to get him to sleep when all he ( Read more... )

He'd been avoiding his father. He didn't want to see him, speak to him, or think about him. He just went on with his life as though it had never happened. As if the man had never walked back into his life. He spent more time with Frankie. He sat at Anna's bar whenever she was working and he had nothing to do. He spent as much time with her at home ( Read more... )

Kid told me I need to ask for a book on how not to be lame for Christmas. Here I thought I was a pretty cool dad.