AVA: Dad, quit being a bitch! I saw them do this on Jackass. I’ll be totally fine. I’m strapped in, BIG PUSH, let’s do this thing! ME: Hook right, hook right!
As a four year-old, the weekend before Easter meant another visit to the mall, to stand in line for 2+ hours with the other Pennsylvania Dutch and honor one more tradition, getting your picture taken with the Easter Bunny. In the late ’70’s, I was lucky enough to be subjected to the strung-out, psychedelic Alice … Read More about My Peter Cottontail Is On Acid.
It’s not always in best taste to take your baby to the local Irish Pub.
Last year we made a trip to Atlanta after Jen’s sister and husband had a set of twins, boy and girl. Until that point, I had logged very few hours of baby experience and was eager (rookie mistake) to jump right in and help wherever I could. Her sister suggested that I start off by … Read More about Bjorn-O!
From time to time, I can’t help but remind my wife that she intentionally withheld genetic information about herself before we got married. She never mentioned the bum hip until the honeymoon was over and also did a pretty good job of hiding that second toe that is longer than the others. I never made … Read More about Young Frankenstein.