I hope you're sitting down. In this data update, I shall reveal that the only thing that goes on sale at my grocery store more rarely than butter is Chex cereal. It's gonna be 'uge.
Multiple brands attempt to manipulate shoppers into pulling the trigger on ice cream way more frequently than the store does with its own brand.
Unlike last season, when the most optimistic among us (Charlie) was closest to the final win prediction, this year, pessimism wins. Paige predicted a solid winning season, but she predicted the least solid winning season among us. Everyone except Dad has won this contest at least once in our six years of officially competing. Next year is my year. I feel it. Also, the Pirates year. If, you know, the Cubs decide to stop playing baseball.
The name of this blog is a political statement about fatherhood. Regardless of the progress toward gender equality that has occurred over the last several decades, one stereotype persists and may be getting worse: moms are good parents and dads are incompetent boobs who sometimes babysit. Poppycock, I say. Or an excuse for dads who would like to be viewed as numskulls so that they don't have to parent their kids. Dads are parents too, and I know some who are very good at it.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.