There aren’t many things that make me feel more fallible as a parent than trying to be one with a hum-dinger of a headache. There aren’t many things that make me feel much better than my kids showing me it doesn’t matter.

I woke up from a nap on Saturday with Beth kneeling next to me, asking “Are you feeling better dad?” You know what? I was. She’d asked me that question several times before, and I hadn’t always shown as much patience as I would like, but I’m glad she kept asking.

Well, I am now anyway.

 I’ll bet you wish you had a dollar for every time I’ve said, “there aren’t many things that….”