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Let's be clear about one thing right off the bat: I'm living vicariously through my five-year-old son. Not every minute of every day, mind you, but at the very least I'm reliving my own childhood with him. So it should come as no surprise to anyone that my young apprentice received a few ( Read more... )

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“Daddy, what’s that?” Kyle asked from the back seat of the minivan.

“What’s what?” I asked.

“That what I’m pointing at!”

“I can’t see what you’re pointing at when I’m driving,” I said.

“What about your eyes in the back of your head?” he asked.

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“Is there any F-R-O-S-T-I-E left in the freezer?” I asked Laura as dinner was winding down, unintentionally misspelling the name of the frozen dairy treat from Wendy’s.

I must have mumbled.

“Daddy?” Kyle asked. “What does T-I-T spell?”

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