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Here at DadWagon, we often tend to ignore the debates and bitchy arguments that embroil the rest of the parenting blogosphere. Mostly, that’s because we are barely literate, and reading through the inanity on “Mommies on Mommies (Mommies)” and “Dude! I’m an Effing Dad!” give us headaches. But sometimes an issue is so perplexing that [...]

When he walks into a room, “he doesn’t walk in, he explodes in.” She “rocks back and forth on her feet as if she can’t contain her energy as she’s talking to you.” And in an explosive, energetic feat of abstinence, they waited to fuck each other’s brains out until after they each told their [...]

I told myself I would stay away from making another contribution to the “JP is off with his mother for vacation” genre. I’ve covered it fairly extensively over time, both here and here. Such is the nature of divorce, it isn’t going to change, and besides, I’ll have my time with JP soon enough and [...]

(This is the Tantrum, in which Dadwagon’s writers debate one question over the course of a week. For previous Tantrums, click here.) Damn right! ‘Cause it’s not about their education, or mental or personal development—it’s about me, getting out of town, beating the airport snafus, and saving a few bucks on tickets. Who cares if [...]