Listen up, Little Gladiator.
Once you battle through the fierce gauntlet known as your mom’s uterus, you’ll cross the finish line and land in the capable hands of your mother's doctor. You’ll hear a lot of noise, see several people, and there's a decent chance you'll get smacked in the ass by a doctor wearing a mask. Just go with it.
You will eventually find my face in the crowd. You might see some other faces first. Those are not your dads. Do not bond with them. Keep scanning the room for a gangly fellow with large teeth. I'll be the one mumbling "just don't drop it just don't drop it just don't drop it."
Stories and Letters
This Dad Blog was originally written as a collection of letters to my child, chronicling my awesomeness and warning of the chaos to come. Now that children reside in my home, it also includes essays on successes, failures, and lessons learned... and humiliating pictures... as well as rants, jokes, short stories and random videos. Read stuff!
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