This one is an oldie but one of my favorites. I post this in anticipation of Monday’s big blog!
Ah the joys of having young children! I love my kids. They are the joy of my life and I hope to have many more. They are precious. They say cute things. I love coming home from work at the end of the day. My son runs up to me. “Daddy!” My daughter stops what she’s doing (usually finding a way to scare my son) and crawls over to me, pulling herself up on my leg. “Dadadadada!” Life is beautiful for me.
My son, Ben, happens to be a tall young man. He’s not quite two and a half and is already the size of some four year-old’s. Unfortunately for me this places his head right at a height that is perfect for insuring that Daddy will feel a considerable amount of pain every time he runs into me. He has no way of knowing this yet but if he…
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