Why I Am A Horrible Father – Reason No. 2 (AKA: What Are We Feeding That Kid?)

I have three children. Two girls, and my youngest is a boy.  You would think that by your third child, you wouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. You would be wrong. Especially if your first two children are girls.  Boys are an entirely different animal.  

Sometimes, there is nothing you can do to prepare yourself in advance for a situation.  It usually starts benign enough. A statement or maybe a question. Usually asked in a completely innocent tone. Then it hits you what your son actually said, and for a brief moment you wonder how that child could even be yours. 

“Dad, I need the plunger-thingy, and I promise this time I won’t stick it to the wall” – Logan, age 5


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