Join Me in Snarkville

Picture it, it was a warm autumn day and my son was outside riding on his Clifford Ride-On.  The wind was rushing through his hair, he was adorably cute in his overalls and matching shirt.  He hit a crack in the sidewalk and went face first over Clifford’s Big Red Head.  A small scrap and a little blood, I was carrying him back to the house for a little clean up and TLC.  My neighbor, at the time childless — now the proud father of TWO– flung the window of his house open to yell after me, “Dude, don’t worry about it, chicks dig scars.” (more…)