“Daddy, you’re home!” says my 9-year-old son with a hug before I can get in the house.
“Tell Daddy what kind of day you had,” says my wife with a kiss before I can shut the door.
“I had a bad day, Daddy.”
“He’s not listening to me, Mike.”
“I argued, too, Daddy.”
“Mike, his arguing is getting out of control.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” the kid says.
“You’ve been saying s...
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