The Night My Toenail Launched Across the Room
Perhaps the most glaring thing about having kids while older (40 with a newborn) is the contrast between their rapid development and my sluggish deterioration.
It’s bad enough that when my kids draw family pictures in school the crayon they’ll grab for me is grey but now they’ll draw me with a bandage on my toe as well. Hobbled old Dad with his jagged little toes. Read More