Sometimes I feel like a really awesome dad, like my wife and I are really rockin’ this parenting thing. Other times I don’t.
At the dinner table tonight, Logan let out a large, loud belch, at least four seconds long. It was apparent because, somehow, I could still hear the clock ticking behind him. I was horrified, secretly proud, but horrified.
“What do you say?” I demanded, expecting the answer, “excuse me.”
“Hold on,” he said, “I’m not done.”
- 28 November 2017
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