DADWAGON

Shortly after writing my last post about not wanting JP to call me Dad I got an email from my own father. He reminded me that at the very same age as JP–five and a half–I had gone to him one day after school and said that from now on no one would be allowed [...]

So, as kids tend to do, young JP has been pushing a few boundaries lately, testing, like a velociraptor, the strength of the electrified fence that is my parental authority and dignity. (His sister, on the other hand is so irresistibly cute at 14 months that even JP is having a hard time disliking her–not [...]

It’s possible that some of you have noticed a certain downturn in the number of DadWagon posts in recent months. I want to assure you that while my name hasn’t appeared much on the site, the real culprit here is in fact Nathan. I’ve been writing lots of things—poignant, amusing, wry—and he just fucking deletes [...]

We’re converting. I think. I mean, I don’t know where I’m going to get a baptismal record for my son, who was never baptized. Nor am I confident that a boy who is really not that excited about the sight of blood will be able to concentrate in a classroom that has a gigantic statue [...]