Dad Nods: The Oddly Charming Way Other Dads Holla Atcha

Dad Nods: The Oddly Charming Way Other Dads Holla Atcha

I was just outside the Canadian border in a Cracker Barrel men’s room soothing my shrieking three-month-old daughter as she covered her diapers, clothes, and changing pad with pee when I received my first Dad Nod.

“Been there,” said the middle-aged stranger with a snort and a laugh before unzipping his pants and urinating three feet beside me. My initiation was complete. Read More

To My Friends with Kids: Sorry I’ve Been Avoiding You

To My Friends with Kids: Sorry I’ve Been Avoiding You

Hey pal, hope you’re doing well.

Sorry that I’ve been avoiding you since you became a parent. It seemed like a lot to handle and I didn’t want to get in the way.

Also, I had very little interest in your kids. No interest at all, to be honest.

But now I have my own kid so that’s changed. Self-interest has made me a better man. We should hang out again sometime! Read More

Daddy Karaoke

Daddy Karaoke

Participating in school musicals is the most on-point preparation I’ve had for parenting.

They prepared me for the clunky emotional transitions that have me spontaneously bursting into song whenever it seems like the baby might cry.

I always found it peculiar when townspeople in musicals started bouncing up and down to ramp up a song from the leading man, but then I had a baby and started immediately bouncing her on my knee at the slightest sign of a furrowed brow.

Oh, we’ve got trouble my friend, right here in infant city. Read More