The Jenga ninja

It’s always good when I can remind my kids that I am, in fact, the most awesome person they have met.

My kids are 12 and 15, so my days of pure, unquestioned awesome are well behind me. That is particularly the case with my daughter, who at 15 is now by far the smartest person the world has ever known, and I am repeatedly one of the most foolish people on the planet. One of the most common phrases out of her mouth is “You don’t know what I’m doing!” Close second: “Daaaa-aaad!!!!”
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The oblivion queen

I have come to grips with the fact that most humans can no longer carry on a single normal activity without having their face buried in a phone.

I don’t necessarily like it, but I get it.

Heck, I’m guilty of it at times, too. You are probably like me in that one of the siren songs of your life is the notification of a text message when you’re in the middle of a very boring conversation.
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Captain Hook

I’m not sure what hurt my son more: The fact that his sister caught a fish before him, or the hook in his hand.

Oh, wait. Yes, I do. It was the hook. Definitely the hook.

It happened while surf fishing recently. Both of the kids had their fishing poles rigged up and baited with some delicious mullet. I had a blanket spread out on the beach and was prepared to enjoy the sunset and read a book because, let’s face it, the only time we’ve ever come close to catching our limit would be if the limit was zero.
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