You see him coming a mile away. He starts every sentence with “Back in the day…” or “True story…” and then goes on to let you know that, to borrow from Ron Burgundy, “I’m kind of a big deal,” fighting a losing battle for relevance and street cred on a cul-de-sac, or around the dining-room table.
He’s the scourge of the PTA fundraiser, the rec-league baseball games, the charity car wash, and everywhere in between. He simply cannot wrap his head around one thing that all good dads know: It’s no longer about you. Ever.
For all you great dads out there, keep up the awesome work. We need more like you. If you are that dad, you probably don’t know it. Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough… just as right cross lands on your surgically enhanced snout, while your wife and kids giggle quietly.
You can’t say we didn’t warn you.

