I Shot an Arrow Into the Air

One of the advantages about raising boys for Kelly and me is that we have a pretty deep combined knowledge base of what it's like to have been little boys. See, for the women out there (and the moms who only have experienced little girls), boys...well, boys can do some pretty stupid things.

With two dads in our family, we've often thought that we have a leg up on the poor schmucks with just one dad to keep the little dudes on the straight and narrow. See, the good news about being a dad is that you can teach your sons to avoid the pitfalls that you experienced in boyhood.

But it's a false sense of security because the bad news is sometimes your sons' ideas are so damn compelling, you just can't help encouraging them.

For example:

- good news: Gus learned that my parent's garage is not pock marked with worm holes, but because of the arrows I shot into it growing up;

- bad news: today I looked out the kitchen window to see Kelly shoot an arrow straight into the air, as Gus and Niko watched admiringly.

So today at Murray Park, we saw a little bit of both.


Yes, they are pushing ice around on a frozen river...


Yup, now they're dumpster diving...


And now they're poking a dead fish....

The trick is to find a balance between harmless boyish fun, and pushing the limits too far.

And yeah, sometimes a dad's inner boy just gets the best of him.



Moments later, Kelly and I decided to play "Who's The Bravest" and walked out onto the ice together. I bet all the women reading this know exactly what happened next...
my foot's still a little cold.