My dog: *panting in terror and shuddering like a lopsided laundry load on spin cycle*
Me: Awww it’s okay, boy. It’s just a rapid series of explosions and guns going off hundreds of times for hours and hours. Don’t be such a scaredy cat.
Heard a rival dad is planning to hand out king size candy bars for Halloween so now every trick or treater that comes to my house is getting a full rack of ribs.
Watching horror movies with my teenaged son has me conflicted.
On one hand, I’m a dad. But on the other hand, I’m repeatedly shouting for the characters to turn the damn lights ON.
Before showing a video on your phone to someone in person, rate their probable interest in watching it on a scale from 0 to 10.
Good. Now take away ten points.