Dadzooka
I’m a 90’s kid who was born in the 80’s and raised on 70’s music by 60’s kids who were born in the 50’s. Baby boomer, gen x, millenial… these words don’t mean much to me. It’s just different parts of the same story, or better yet, different parts of the same song. It’s the soundtrack of my life and
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Forget everything you think you know about human behaviour. For an honest assessment, watch a group of kids at play. This weekend we celebrated our middle son’s eighth birthday by taking him, his brothers and some of his friends ice skating. This was a great and obvious plan for a winter birthday, save for one exception. None of the kids
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About the old parent teacher conference… It’s not that I dont think it matters. Quite the contrary, in fact. I believe that a transparent relationship between an educator and the parent is crucial to ensuring the academic success of the child. But here’s the thing; they are boring, awkward and uncomfortable. Also, when and why did they change math? My
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My family is like the Green Bay Packers; we get the job done but it’s often ugly. Tonight was no exception. It was the divisional round game against the Seahawks who are led by the ever remarkable, Russell Wilson. We got off to a comfortable lead in the first half which only set the stage for a game script wherein
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This kid of mine… A capacity for love is perhaps the most underrated strength that we value. This kid of mine, my youngest, is a true hero of love. It’s a thing that I suppose comes with being the “baby” of a family. There is no one to compete with in his small world, only those to idolize. His spirit,
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I’ve made so many excuses for the Tooth Fairy that my kids must think that she is the most incompetent loser in the magical kingdom. Santa Claus doesn’t just miss work. The Easter bunny doesn’t come bearing excuses. Jackolanterns shine on Halloween and the Boogeyman lies eternally in wait but that Tooth Fairy… well she really needs to get her
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I was deeply entrenched into the heart of negotiations with my four year old regarding the equitable split of chocolate, orange slices. It was too late in the evening, you see for him to be eating chocolate but I am a grown man, a free man who will eat chocolate orange slices whenever I please. Nevertheless, I was put into
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