Last night I attended my eldest son’s band camp concert.  The night before that both of my boys had baseball games.  In an hour I’ll be leaving to go to yet another baseball game.  Next weekend the daughter has a ballet recital.  Being a dad (or a mom) takes a lot of time.

I am told that in a year or two, my eldest son will resent me for no good reason.  In 5 years, he’ll put up with me in an effort to get to the car keys.