Raising Them Right

At the time that I write this I'm sitting at home watching the three stooges with my two daughters. Someday, their husbands will thank me.

My next plans are to be sure that the love football, play golf, and snowboard like they're going to the X Games. I don't worry too much about turning them into tomboys either because my wife will see that that doesn't happen. It's the perfect balance. In short, I'm doomed.

It scares me to death to even think about them being teenagers and dating, and the way we're raising them, they're going to be highly recruited. Especially if they get their looks from their mom. I'm still deciding between sitting in a creaky rocking chair on the porch holding a shotgun or just cleaning one at the appropriate times. Not the rocking chair, the gun. I guess that would be scary in it's own way, but it isn't what I had in mind.

I'm sure it will all be ok, but I can't help worrying a little. My plan for the time being is to not think about it. If you are raising boys out there, be sure they know how to do a little cleaning and learn how to listen. Hey, I'm doing my part, so you keep up your end of the deal!