I can remember my dad sitting patiently at the table slowly eating cold pizza that tasted like cardboard and sipping on a coke while we ran around like maniacs.
Tonight we had dinner (if you can call it that) with family friends. I was the lone male besides the youngens. My responsibilty was clear: stay at the table to guard the purses and keep track of the tickets the kids would come back with every 15 minutes.
I'm left with one burning question...why on earth are there no TV's with sports highlights on them for all us dads?!?!
I guess this is fatherhood.
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