Chloe was sitting in the living room one day, trying to put together a puzzle. I watched her as she'd pick up a piece, try to place it into the pieces she'd already put together and not be able to make it fit.
I keep a small bottle of mouthwash in my truck. One night, Cole was riding in the truck with me and decided to check out his surroundings. He looked at the newspaper I had sitting on the seat. He scrutinized a CD case. Then he reached over and picked up the bottle of mouthwash.
Cole and I were together the other day when out of the blue he said, "Don't get your attitude out. You can't be a big boy if you do." One of his teachers had probably said it at school and as a result, Cole learned an important life lesson: control your attitude.
Getting the children to go to sleep each night is often an exercise in frustration. If they can find any excuse - no matter how small - for getting out of bed and prolonging having to go to sleep, they'll use it.
I'll admit that before becoming a father, I had some preconceived notions about what fatherhood would be like. I figured I'd walk in the door after a long day and the kids would run up, yelling and screaming in their excitement to see me.
I'm a guy. This means I have a genetic defect which prevents me from properly matching colors. It wasn't a big deal when I was a single man. I was perfectly comfortable wearing only black, white and various shades of gray.