I took Natalia and Jakob to Chick-Fil-A for dinner the other night. I know. I know. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: “So much for those family dinners you wrote about, Mr. Hypocrite! Where were Sarah and Jethro? What kind of parent are you anyway?”
None of these in my house. You?
If that’s what you’re thinking then nuts to you! I’ll tell you the kind of parent I am. I’m the kind that has no clue what’s going on with the kids, wastes money, and sits around and writes all day. That’s the kind of parent I am! Well, except for when I’m not, which is all the time. Maybe you should be more worried about all the vermin in your joint, than my skills as a parent, k?