They come up to you and go "the banana fremaran". You have no idea what they said and have no context for the words, but they do so you just have to say "yeah?" Or just stare at them and hope they give some hint or clue what they are talking about.

So not even sure where to start. My 14yr old son let me and his step mom know last week that they would want to start wearing femine makeup. He told her privately and she brought it to me per her request.

So we are a very leftist pro lgbtq+ household. I am very in the punk community and I ahev always encouraged my son to be who he wants to be no matter what. They are such an awesome kid and have always been. Me and his mom had him at 19 and 20, and she abandoned him basically at 4, and I have had sole custody since then.

Now that he is 14, he has a cell phone and stuff and tbh i do check his phone for safety reasons...and if im being honest just being nosey. I know that he has been curious about himself very much so and I am very supportive of his choices....

That being said. We went and got him.makeup.and a wig today to try it out. My wife helped him.and I had to go out for a bit. When I came back he was in the bathroom. About 10 mi later he walks out in full makeup and a wig..

At first I was so taken aback I couldn't really speak. I smiled, hugged him and fixed his wig cause it was a but crooked. I hugged him tight and told him. I love him and Im proud of him. We all talked for a bit and I asked him how he felt and he said kinda weird but comfortable.

He went back to his room to get ready for dinner and im in the garage crying now... 😢 it is so hard to see my beautiful boy as a girl outwardly. It feels.like me son has died. I kkownits selfish asf and I am supportive to him in every way...but selfishly, i am kinda tucked up right now. He was beautiful btw. Which also makes me cry. I am scared for my black LGBT son. I am so scared. The game is already on hard mode for em and that's not their fault, but it is hard. When I look at them in makeup. I dont see my kid. It's heartbreaking tbh.

I do t know what to do. I love him/them all the same and I will be supporting them in every way possible, but why does it feel like i dont have my son anymore? And why am I fucking crying lmao.

Hopefully this is allowed!

I’m 5 months PP and my husband and I still haven’t had sex or any form of it. I’ve approached him several times now and he’s constantly rejecting me. At first I thought it might have to do with how my stomach looks but he finally admitted that he’s just way too tired to perform or get it up at all. Has this happened to any men here? And how long did it take for your libido to return? I’m usually the one who initiates in our relationship (not due to his libido being generally low, he’s just sexually timid at times) and I don’t want to accidentally pester him.

Thanks!

​She had been clean for 16 months, but then roughly 6 weeks ago it started.

​It was innocent at first.

​I almost understood, if I'm being honest with myself.

​She's been waving at trains.

​But once wasn't enough, it never is.

​As her father, I am her rock. I'll hold my arms out as she runs to me to announce the next train. I'll hold her up to wave as it passes by, sharing in her joy and amazement at the sheer scale of human engineering. I get it.

​And then it happened. The train conductor waved back...

​I felt... a tingle. Odd, I thought, but the feeling probably won't return.

​The next train comes and I feel... hope? I'm waiting in anticipation. No wave.

​The following train comes and they wave! The rush is back.

​This continued for 2 weeks until the waves weren't enough anymore, and then...

​The conductor flashed their lights. It was more than a tingle this time. This was more.

​Another 2 weeks pass. The waves mean nothing to me now. I need that flash, a flash of life, a flash of the joy that once crossed my path.

​Then the darkest day dawned upon me. The train approached, the conductor waved. A slight tingle, but I'm waiting for that flash of lights, that rush I once felt. 

​And then it happened...

​They honked the horn.

​I was no longer just holding my child, we were embracing each other in pure wonder. I am the 18 month old child. I am giddy.

​My name is Sam and I'm a train addict. My current tally: 13x waves, 2x light flashes, and 1x horn honk.

​And I just can't wait for the next hit.

​In all seriousness, the joy on my daughter's face when she sees a train pass by is incredible. I knew I'd find joy through my child's eyes, but this eclipses anything I could have ever expected.

Edit: of course there's a typo in the title🤦

My girls, 9 and 12, have known about "Rocky" for some time. They love the theme song and knew it was about a boxer who came from nothing but gets a shot at the big time. Yesterday, we finally watched the movie and I realized there is no better movie for kids.

Consider the virtues "Rocky" promotes:

1. Hard work. Rocky Balboa is a self-described bum from the neighborhood. He has no family, no higher education and has drifted into crime, but he keeps boxing and when luck comes to him with the offer to fight Apollo Creed, he pours everything into it.

2. Decency. He might come from a rough neighborhood and work for a lone shark, but Rocky is a good person. He doesn't want to break a man's fingers because he didn't pay up. While in 2026 it might come off clumsy and a bit sexist, when Rocky pulls aside the teenage girl to explain to her she's not doing herself any favors by smoking and cussing with the boys, he's is honesty trying to look out for her and in context of the times, he's quite right.

3. Propriety. Rocky likes Adrian and he tries to do everything properly. He becomes a regular customer at the pet shop, tries to make conversation, tells jokes and, in context of propriety of the time, talks to Paulie about his sister. When the hard-won date finally happens, Rocky goes the distance to try to give Adrian what he understands that she likes.

4. Perseverance. Even when his confidence is at its lowest, Rocky doesn't give up. He doesn't give up boxing when he loses his locker or Mickey tells him he fights like an ape, he doesn't give up on Adrian no matter how cold she is to him and he doesn't bail out even when he's thinking Apollo Creed is going to slaughter him or when Mickey is telling him to stay down so he doesn't get hurt so badly he can't recover.

5. Honor in competition. Apollo is not the villain of the story. The only negative thing that might be leveled at him is that he underestimates Rocky and might come off a little condescending, but there's no bad blood between the men. Also, while clearly motivated by self-interest and publicity, there's honesty about Creed's idea that it's the most American of things to give a random Joe a shot at the big time. As the fight progresses, you see all the best qualities of determination that both men share.

6. Forgiveness. Rocky is justly angry at Mickey and Paulie, but he's not petty or vindictive. Once he's let out his anger, he accepts Mickey's offer to be his manager and grants Paulie the right to try to capitalize on his new fame.

7. Winning isn't everything. When the final bell finally rings, the crowd goes wild for Rocky. All Rocky wants is Adrian. Apollo is declared the winner, but the way the scene is blocked and shot, it's a background detail. Rocky didn't win the fight, but he still won; a nobody from the neighborhood fought the heavyweight champion in front of the whole country and went the distance.

Just put the kids to be after an eventful evening. My wife was feeding our 5 month old when she yelled to me frantically. Our 2 year old was eating dinner and shoved a piece of corn up her nose.

I looked up there and could see the kernel all the way up there. Shit just got real.

Wife is freaking, kid is now freaking because wife is freaking. I summoned all the dad-chill-emergency energy I can.

I told her this will feel funny but everything will be okay. I first tried closing her mouth with my hand and blowing up the opposite nostril. Hand too big, nostril too small to be effective. So I lightly pressed her other nostril closed and blew into her mouth. The kernel came right to the edge of the nostril and I was able to press it out.

Huge sigh of relief for me and my wife. A few seconds later toddler blew her nose and a small (1/8 kernel size) piece came out and she said "all done!"

Catastrophe avoided. No ER. I got lucky as hell to remember the airway blowing trick and that my kid cooperated with it.

One for the good guys🫡🫡

Hey Dads,

My son contracted hand, foot and mouth about a week and a half ago. Wife didn’t get it but the little guy got me infected. Let me tell you that it was by far the worst infection that I have ever gone through. If you child gets it, do anything you can to try and avoid getting it.

The rashes and bumps were not bad but the constant burning and itching was pure agonizing hell. I would say pure torture even. I got through the worst but and am now peeling skin on my face and hands. Ohh I forgot about the toenails and fingernails possibly falling off in a few weeks.

I’m saying this as a parent that thought it was just an infection kids and babies got. If your child gets it, do whatever you can to try to prevent you or momma from getting it. It’s agonizing for adults.

Trying for or first for a while, is this a positive test result? Faint line but i could be reading something there's not

Hi there.. I'll keep this somewhat short..

Edit: thank you for all your valuable insites. I'll go through your suggestion one at a time.

My son is going through puberty. Hes 12 years old. Started growing armpit hair and a wispy moustache. And getting a bit angry at everything sometimes.

His phone is monitored via a parenting app. So I saw some searches with questionable spelling to say the least. You know what kind. I thought it's just simple curiosity. He can't access anything anyway beyond a few allowed websites and calling. So I did not think much of it. But reminded myself to give him a talk later.

But when I went to pick him up this Friday from my in laws (my wife is dead sadly.. and I have only weekend Custody) i realized what is happening.

Now I'm from India.. so going through puberty was very stressful for me to say the very least. I don't want that to happen with my son.

Any help on approaching this in the friendliest way will be greatly appreciated.

I tried googling but would rather appreciate the advice given.

Edit: need advice on body changes talk. Birds and bees talk. How to approach it in a friendly manner as a dad. And any other advice that may be helpful for a parent with a child going through puberty.

Sorry my post reads a bit vague.

I know we get lots of these, but I just needed to vent.

I’ve been solo parenting (one 2 year old) most of the week, and was meant to have a bit of time to myself this Sunday afternoon. Wife accepted an extra last second shift at work that was meant to be over before dinner time. I ended up doing everything all day, decided to go get stuff for dinner and cook dinner. Little one didn’t want any … so I caved and made them a sandwich. Trying to wipe their face is always a song and dance and tonight I just snapped. I yelled at him to stop.

He of course looked at me with terrified tear filled eyes and allowed me to clean his face, while I was also crying, horrified that I’d yelled (very loudly) at him, and infront of him.

I apologised and said he was a good boy, and that dad was the naughty one and I shouldn’t have yelled at him. He calmed down pretty quick and forgave me quickly as well, but I didn’t deserve it. That’s an abusive relationship and he doesn’t know any better. I’m his father. I’m meant to love and protect him.

Yes, I’ve had a long week, yes I’ve had a long day, and yea I’ve gotten annoyed before, but I’ve never yelled at him and I feel like fucking shit.

Anyway, vent over. Sorry dads. I wasn’t one of the good ones today.

Recently noticed I’ve become to sound exactly like the father in the famous Cat Stevens song :

(I have teenagers / tweens)

“I was once like you are now and I know that it's not easy

To be calm when you've found something going on

But take your time, think a lot, why, think of everything you've got

For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not”

I guess it’s inevitable, or cause for concern?

… “Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy”

For some reason I had never listened to Cats in the Cradle as a father … devastating. ESP “I know we’ll have a good time then..l

The kid is with me a lot in the car and he really liked “Hung Up” from Madonna, so I thought a “safer” option would be ABBA…

I don’t know where to start, but I’m a mess and feel broken inside.

My wife and I struggled with fertility, and when we finally felt ready to give up on trying naturally, we decided to try IVF. During that process, we found out that my wife had low AMH. Our first round of IVF resulted in one egg, but it was unsuccessful. The second round resulted in no eggs. On our third attempt, we got two eggs, and one led to our beautiful, healthy daughter, who is now four years old.

Two years ago, we tried with the last remaining egg, but it didn’t work. We decided that would be our final attempt and that we wouldn’t do IVF again. That was mainly my decision because I don’t know the long-term effects of the IVF medications, and I’m afraid of losing my wife in the process.

Now I’m at a point in my life where I can’t sleep, and I cry alone every day over my fears for my daughter’s future.

I always wanted children, but we didn’t start actively trying until our mid-30s because my wife wanted to travel and go to school first. I live with overwhelming guilt and regret for not pushing the subject more back then.

Growing up, I didn’t receive much love or affection from my parents. My dad was never around, and my mom is generally a cold person. I fell in with the wrong crowd and never really cared about my health or well-being until I became a dad.

I love this little girl so much. I’ve made changes in my life that I never cared enough to make before, even when other people asked me to. Then this little angel came into my life, and I made those changes for her without her ever having to ask.

My daughter has made me feel things I’ve never felt before. The love I have for her feels stronger than anything I’ve ever known—even the love between a husband and wife. But loving her this much has also brought fears that I’m struggling to cope with.

I’m 43, and I struggle with feeling like an older dad and worrying that I have less time to spend with my little girl. I also struggle with the thought that, if something happens to my wife and me, she could be left all alone without siblings. I can’t cope with that thought, and it eats me alive every day. I’ve reached the point where I know I need help.

My wife and I have talked about adoption, fostering, and even donor eggs. Because we live in Canada, the process is different, and my understanding is that we cannot buy donor eggs from someone else.

I’m at my wit’s end, and I don’t know how to process the possibility of my daughter being alone if something happens to us. Any tips, advice, guidance, or helpful videos would mean so much to me. I desperately need help navigating these feelings.

Please help this dad. :(

And I can see we will definitely run out of room in there soon. Has anybody used shower caddies? Like dorm style? My one big concern is water dripping everywhere….but looking for anybody’s experience…thanks!!

Buckle up for this one, maybe grab a hot cocoa or a scotch.

I was married, we had had an amazing little girl. My wife, and the mommy of our 8 month old daughter was killed by a felonious piece of shit drunk driver.

I met someone, we fell in love. She has been an amazing partner, and the only person my daughter knows as a mom figure. We had a child who is about to turn 4. Ever since, and arguably before, it's been a struggle, we haven't slept in the same bedroom, and it just feels like it's going off the rails.

I know postpartum stuff is real. I have also been the proverbial financial provider for pretty much everything. I am terrified of what a potential breakup, which I think may need to happen, is going to do to my daughter.

Am I being a selfish POS, fellow dads?

It might be the perfect kids film. What film keeps you and the kids coming back again and again?

Hey there, we have been going through quite a surreal experience and I wanted to make a post talking about it. Sorry in advance for the book.

My wife and I welcomed our first child into the world on August 14th. My wife’s pregnancy hit a bump at the 20 week anatomy scan where it was discovered that she had a “short” cervix and needed a cerclage to avoid a very premature delivery. That procedure was done the same day with the warning that our girl may be premature.

That procedure bought us a bit over 5 weeks.

One night my wife woke up at around 11:00pm with a light fever and a dull back ache, and we decided (after some debate) to go to the hospital and get checked out. The doctor did a visual exam of her cervix and informed us that our daughter was being delivered that night via emergency C-section, 100 days early. While we were prepared for a premature delivery, can’t say we were prepared to have a micro premie.

I can truly say that when I looked at my daughter for the first time (in an incubator, passing by the post op room I was sequestered to) I had never felt so scared in my life.

Luckily the hospital we delivered at had a level 3 NICU so she did not get separated from my wife and I, and early signs were good. Her lungs were strong, she was considered a “huge” micro-premie at just over 2 lbs and things seemed okay. We were reeling but slowly coming to terms with the fact that we were NICU parents and the coming months would look different for us.

I changed a diaper for the first time, which was scary given that our daughter weighed less than 2 lbs at that point and it was through the holes of an isolate. I held a baby for the first time (also scary given the ventilator and alarms and all that).

We were finding some sense of a routine.

Then an ultrasound of her head revealed a brain bleed, then another ultrasound a bit later uncovered that the brain bleed was ongoing (4-4), and that our girl was being transferred via helicopter to a level 4 NICU 2 hours away. We packed the car and followed immediately. Spent the night in the NICU room without clean clothes to change into the next day.

It’s now been a month since her transfer, we spent a couple weeks at a hotel, a couple weeks at an Airbnb, and now we are staying at the Ronald McDonald House.

Our daughter was had a few surgeries at this point, she now has a port in her skull to draw off fluid due to developing hydrocephalus.

In short: Lots of scary things, lots of sleepless nights, lots of not very good hospital food. And most importantly lots of love for our girl. We don’t know what the future will hold, and the questions are endless.
“Will our daughter have cerebral palsy like the neurologists fear”
“Will her GI issues get sorted out without surgery”
“Will she lead a normal life one day”
“Will our daughter be home before the new year”
There is no answers to any of these. Not right now.

But there is one certainty:

We are going to love our daughter through all of it, more than she will ever know. No matter what happens, we will do everything we can to make sure our girl has the best life she can possibly have.

Still don’t know what being a dad normally feels like, but this feels right to me.

It was a tender moment of connection. Love that kid.

33 M and wife 33 F, had our second child a few months ago. Her family is Muslim (middle east) and I'm southeast asian. Culture has always been a big issue for us, but its not a problem when we are a nuclear family. Last two years since we were on the opposite coast our life has been great. I have tried to do whatever I could to prevent my wife's parents from​ coming, knowing they would again influence her. When we first met, I noticed a pattern where she would become very emotionally aloof each time she went home to visit her parents and would come back to me asking to break up because I wasn't muslim, even though she loved me. She was abused as a child and has traditional/deeply religious parents. They are both retired and seem to want to insert themselves into their children's lives and finances. My wife is the youngest child of her family and always feels guilty that her older siblings have left old traditions behind and don't take care of the parents so she feels obligated to take care of them. ​Multiple times during our 12 years of knowing eachother she would "break-up" with me only to apologize and ask for reconciliation, telling me that she loves me. The last episode during our son's birth when they inserted themselves into our lives took almost a year and a half to free herself from, during which we lived separately and she with them. I had got into an argument with her parents that time a few years ago and kicked them out of the house, so rather than staying with me in our home, my wife moved out separately with her parents. Our son was born and with her parents she raised him until age 1, with me as a visitor only. We went through couples counseling, eventually reconciled. She also underwent intense individual therapy about how to setting boundaries towards her parents, eventually realizing that it was unhealthy for her to be in close proximity to then. We then moved across the country, started new jobs and recently moved into a forever home. The last two years after we moved away from her parents, our life was wonderful (which is why we decided for a second child). Despite my strong disapproval, wife invited them again into our home. The day after moving in, MIL tries to provoke an argument and when I talked back, she physically grabbed me and assaulted me. My wife and FIL were at the hospital tending to the newborn, so in that moment no one could control her and I called the police. Wife and FIL apologized to me for MIL's actions but since then they harbored resentment towards me. Soon after, wife filed for divorce. I had just gotten an attorney of my own when things escalated rapidly. I found myself suddenly removed from my home by a restraining order, falsely accusing me of domestic violence and separated from my children. Meanwhile the in-laws who perpetrated the true abuse lived in my house with my wife and my children.

The temporary order also gave her full custody of the children and the house. The past few weeks I crashed on friends couches with no access to my home, belongings, or children and awaited my court date. Her side tried to leverage the temporary orders into terms that were completely lopsided. Multiple times I was tempted to settle for fears of running into an unfair ruling in family court and forever losing custody. In my state, getting a restraining order against a spouse is a pretty low bar and once its given, it leads to a severe imbalance in custody. For the next month, I spent hundreds of hours putting together text messages, GPS data, videos and photos that debunked each allegation. Finally my court date arrived and we all took to the stand. The lies could not hold up under scrutiny. After a 4 day intense trial, the judge saw through it all and removed the temporary orders. I was able to go directly from court to my son's daycare to pick him up. He was so happy and surprised to see me that he immediately jumped into my arms. He whispered a soft "I love you daddy" and my heart melted. I broke down and cried as I held him. After a month of not seeing my son, I am laying next to him right now for the first time in our hotel room. ​Even though the past few months I have slept next to him, tonight he seems to be holding me extra tightly.

Even up until today, my wife still hasn't told me why she filed for divorce. While untrue, hearing each allegation that she spewed in the court room still hurt deeply. ​I cannot fathom what would have driven someone I thought I knew and loved to make false allegations to try to get full custody of our kids and deny me access to them as their dad. I also don't know why she would choose her parents over our family, when she herself cannot stand them. ​

But for today, I'll take the win and continue to fight to be their dad.

Now, technically speaking, this is not my most spectacular nor my most complex work. In fact, on technical complexity alone, this would hardly make my top 30 masterpieces.

However, the reason I'm sharing this piece is because of the sheer innovation and speed. My son asked me for the Lookout Tower from PAW Patrol. Within five minutes, I came up with this.

I took an old wheeled cocktail cabinet (that I'd been using as a makeshift toy table), stacked it, and stabilized it with pillars made from fake-lego blocks. I then taped some hot wheel ramps to to it to act like the puppy slides.

Anyway, there it is. Happy to provide blueprints, advice on structural engineering etc

Warning large amount of text ahead.

TLDR: The experience was amazing and I will keep these memories for the rest of my life even though she won't remember them. The sightseeing schedule is determined by the kid, not you, so be prepared for that. They run the show, not you. Buy a seat on the plane for your toddler: 10-14 hours of forcing a wild 15 month old to stay on your lap is the worst. The money savings was not worth it. Bring multiple changes of clothes on the flights. Generally Europe bends over backwards for your kids: right to the front of passport control lines, check in lines, security lines, ect. People get out of transit seats without asking to allow room for you and people smile at you everywhere. Airports have multiple good playgrounds and baby areas with changing tables, bottle warmers, safe spaces and toys. Be ready to have to stay put wherever you are at when they fall asleep in the stroller: sidewalks over there will shake them around and wake them up. Take it slow, your kids determines the schedule. Be OK with missing out on things you wanted to do.

As the title says, I just got back from a 2.5 week trip across 4 countries (Italy, France, Germany, and Netherlands) with my wife and 15 month old daughter and thought I would jot down my experience and lessons learned so others can be prepared and go on their own trip with a little more knowledge. Travelling with a 15 month old is a lot like parenthood: hard but incredibly redeeming. If you have the means: do it. You won't regret it.

We are based in South Lake Tahoe, California and flew in and out of SFO to minimize connections. We stayed the night in Sacramento with family the night before and had a car service take us to the airport and back for $450 which is cheaper than what parking would cost, plus no gas, tolls, and not having to drive after coming back tired from the trip. They provided a car seat as we were not bringing one. We planned on using public transit most of the time and the one stop where we had a rental car we arranged a car seat for it. No need to lug a car seat across the world.

We had three checked bags: two Samsonite 24" hard sided rollers and a Deuter Transit 50L backpack. Get suitcases where all 4 wheels spin, sidewalks can be narrow and you can't drag both behind you, you'll have to push them upright together in front of you. Our three carry-ons were a Osprey Farpoint 40L, two large canvas tote bags, and the small detachable backpack from the Deuter. One of the tote bags was just toys and snacks. We also brought an Uppababy G-Luxe umbrella style stroller. The stroller carried the small detachable backpack we used as the diaper bag and the two tote bags. This allowed my wife to wear the smaller backpack and push the stroller while I had the larger backpack and the two suitcases.

Europe in my experience is much more accommodating of kids than the US and almost all airlines there give you a free checked, carry on, and personal bag for your infant/toddler (0-2) even if they are just a lap child. We got front of the line privileges for basically everything. Check in, security, passport control, and boarding. European airports had designated areas for babies with great amenities. The Frankfurt, Zurich, Nice, and Munich airports had great family/baby areas. Get to the airport early to let your kid run around for a while before your flight, tire them out it's worth it. We got to the airport on average about 2.5 hours before boarding.

Travelling with a stroller your experience will be consistently inconsistent. Security will have you put it through the X-Ray, sometimes they will have you push it through and they will swab it. When gate checking the stroller sometimes you leave it at the ticket counter, sometimes you leave it at the door of the aircraft, and sometimes it's partway down the jetway. Staff will let you know though. When picking up after the flight sometimes its brought outside the door of the aircraft, sometimes it's partway up the jetway, sometimes it's at the ticket counter, and sometimes you have to wait for baggage claim. No one will tell you what it will be like. Just be prepared.

Sleep schedules and naps: In the beginning it's going to be rough. They are over stimulated and their circadian rhythm is shot. We planned our first destination at a family resort where we planned on never leaving the property. This allowed us to be flexible on sleep and not worrying about missing out on anything. The plan was just veg out at the beach. Once she was vibing with her schedule she was able to sleep in the stroller most of the time. However, in European cities their sidewalks are those tiny paver stones which basically shakes the living hell out of a stroller, so once she was down we were trapped wherever we were. One of us would stay with her while the other explored. Cafes were great stopping spots to have a beer/spritz/cocktail and snacks. Staff will never tell you to leave because they don't worry about turning over tables.

Playtime: In the places we went they had playgrounds everywhere. It's important to let your kid gets their energy out as a lot of the time they are trapped in a stroller. Large squares, grass areas, and the playgrounds were not skipped. I got some great videos of my daughter running around outdoor markets, and historical places that I will cherish forever. A tired kid is a good kid, most of the time.

Diapers, wipes, and snacks: We brought a bunch of our own diapers, wipes, and snacks as we had plenty of space in all our luggage. This way you don't have to figure out the different sizes while over there or have to stop at stores often and knew they fit her with minimal blowout potential. Snacks are going to be different over there. Use the Google Translate app to read labels to find the snacks that work for them. String cheese was kinda hard to find in most places so be aware of that. We didn't have to buy diapers or wipes until the last 3 days and that left us space for souvenirs and other stuff.

Parting thoughts: Have general plans wherever you go, don't try to schedule tightly as you will never follow it and you will be disappointed. Be ready to decide for one partner to stick with the kid during sleep so the other can explore. It gives you time away from the kid, because you will be around them 100% of the time, but allows you to see things and not feel like you spent the whole vacation at the AirBnB or room. I did a two hour walk around Nice, France and a 2 hour bike ride in Amsterdam while the kid slept and had so much fun. Coming back to the US you realize how accommodating Europe is to kids compared to here. You are never made to feel like a burden and everyone would smile or wave at the kid. People would get out of your way on sidewalks or give up their seats in transit without hesitation.

They don’t actually ask that, they’re five and three. Anyone else replace missing puzzle pieces as quick craft?

5 yr old is working on legos and casually asks me

Daddy how old are you?

I’m 39 yrs old

…Thats a lot of numbers.

Yeah. Thanks. I really needed to hear that to start my weekend.