I keep telling you that my wife is good with the MOM STUFF. Once again here is proof in the form of something to eat. My daughter's birthday cake shaped like a watermelon for the summer picnic. The seeds are chocolate chips, and the icing is dyed butter cream.

To tell the truth, I may not be cut out for fatherhood. It seems to me I can only take my kids (or any child) in short brust of 15 minutes. At the end of an hour, I'm going nuts wishing I could beat my head against a wall just to drive all the urges to sell my children to the Fey for a sack of magic beans.

Today, I went to my daughters school for Author's day. Basically all the kids wrote short stories and had them bound in homemade books. Then the kids read their stories to the parents and their classmates. I can't remember ever seeing my parents at school during the school day more than a hand full of times. Yes, my parent went to all the concerts, sporting events, and conferrences. But I can't remember my parents ever showing up just to hang out in class at all. Never had them bring my fogotten lunch, or drop off a new pair of pants, but I'm practically living at the school. I'm sure my daughter and sons think it's great, but don't they get a little miffed? When I was a kid the last thing I wanted to see was my Mom or Dad at school. Go fiqure.