Fatherhood--no piece of cake, I can tell you that. Everything--good and bad--seems to come in extremes: soaring highs, crushing frustrations, and occasionally, unparalleled nausea.
The other day, I came home late and missed dinner but still inherited the dinner mess. I was cleaning up the dishes and, like many parents, found that the kids had left some perfectly good food on their plates. J3, for example, had pulled the cheese off of his pizza and had left it there on his plate. So I ate it. Waste not, want not, you know.
Later that week, J3 and I were talking about favorite meals and I asked him about the pizza. "I noticed that you didn't eat the cheese from your pizza the other night. I thought you liked cheese pizza."
"I do," he answered, "but there was a problem--the cheese all came off and when I tried to eat it, I choked on it and had to spit it back out onto my plate."
Yeah. True story.
Fatherhood is definitely not for the faint of heart.
Or the faint of stomach.
So, to all you steel-stomached dads out there, HAPPY FATHERS DAY! You've earned it.
MOJ
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