Musings of a Punk Rock Father

This weekend I am experiencing life as a single dad, as my wife is in Arizona until Monday. I've been looking forward to a couple days of bonding with my kids. Today we were getting ready to leave the house (simply because I was going to go nuts if we stayed closed up in the house), and my son told me, "Daddy, you stay here. Bob [his stuffed dinosaur] will take care of you. Catie and I will go without you."

"Oh yeah," I said, "how will you get to the store?"

"We'll steer with the steering thing."

Later, in the car, he asked me to sing along with him on a song he composed himself. I told him I couldn't because I didn't know the words. "It's ok," he assured me. "I'll give you a hand."

I don't know where he gets this stuff. He recently began responding to our requests for him to help around the house by saying, "it's my pleasure."