In my daydreams, I play the hero. This is how I pass the time. I know. It is so lame. But I think there is a part of us that wants that hero moment. There is a part of me that wants to know I'll do the right thing, if that moment were to happen.
I'm the pick-up dad. My work shift ends around 1, so I get the kids when school is done . It is me, a handful of dads and grandparents, and lots of amazing moms. It's probably my best social time of the entire week.
It was time to leave the house but there was stiff resistance. There wasn't kicking and screaming, but there was pleading, dragging of feet, and most of all, excuses. And that wasn't from the kids. It was me - their dad.