This past Thursday was "Donuts with Dad" day at Zach's school. In case you aren't hip to all the newest grade school traditions, D with D is that annual bacchanalia of noise, light, and crullers that schools put on every year for us dads. It's interesting to watch the dads nervously interacting with their children at these events. I love spending time with Zach, and we are very comfortable together. But this is not the case with every dad and child, unfortunately.
Just watching how stiff and uncomfortable many of the fathers are with their children makes me wonder how much time they spend together. They often don't seem to know the first thing about what their children do at school, don't know any of the names of their children's fiends, and sometimes seem utterly lost interacting without the mother present. I think that's really sad, more so because it seems pervasive. I would never, could never, be like that. I cherish every last minute I spend with Zach.
Even watching him eat the frosting, shark-like, off three donuts.
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