My son, Zack, has me figured out.I try to be a good dad, and I think I am, but the problem is that he’s smarter than I am and both of us know it. Yeah, I can show him how to throw a baseball and tell him that Grover Cleveland was the only president to be married in the White House (I know some things that he doesn’t) but Zack learned quickly that I’m lousy at building things. By the time I decipher the directions for putting together the base for his new Lego contraption, he has glanced at the pictures, built the base, put together the tower, and torn it apart so he could build a combination skyscraper-rocket that is not only ten times cooler, but holds together perfectly in defiance of the laws of physics.I try to be a cool Dad too, but the problem is that he is younger than me, a lot younger than me. When he introduces me to his friends he says “This is my dad and he’s a dork. He’s also bald.”But last night, when his mom was off at her book group, we watched a movie on TV. Both of us were in our pajamas. First he slung his arm around me as we sat on the couch. Then he squirmed even closer and fell asleep with his head in my lap. I think he felt pretty safe.For the record, it’s an adventure being a Dad! I hope you’ll share a little of it with Zack and me.
“This is my dad and he’s a dork, he’s also bald.”
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