There is no question that my wife is the grown up in the family. So I was looking forward to being the “fun uncle” indulgent dad. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite work out that way.
I’ve become the grumpy disciplinarian, giving the Boy a hard time on everything from doing homework to putting the toilet seat down. And I refuse to give him quarters for the venus-fly-trap-like vending machines that line supermarket exits, tantalizing kids with cheap plastic crap. But maybe, just this once….
OK, I’d give him 50¢ for a mini-Cthulhu. Unfortunately, you don’t see to many Great Old Ones in the supermarket. Well, I guess that’s fortunate.