June 15, 2014

The milestone that strikes fear into the hearts of dads who looked like Paul Pfeiffer growing up: middle school

I sing to my 2-year-old every night at bedtime. Usually it's a combination of one or two or 18 songs from "Frozen," a Jimmy Buffett song about a house party gone awry (role models, people) and "Goodnight Sweetheart." Now, I am not what musicians or artists or humans with ears would call "a good singer," but I'm apparently especially lousy at "Goodnight Sweetheart." The other night, midsong, my 2-year-old stood up in his crib, leaned toward me, put his hands gently on each side of my face and said, "Stop."

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