Triple The Dad

Everybody wants their kids to hit that important milestone of speaking.  Right up until they do. We were the same.  One of my concerns is that I sometimes have a dirty mouth.  Not the “doesn’t brush his teeth” kind.  My teeth are fairly immaculate.  I’m talking the “swears more than he sometimes should” type.  I never swore on what you would term a regular basis, but I’m a true believer that certain occasions call for a good curse word.  Car accidents; for instance.  If you are ever in one, even a minor one, having the F word be the first thing out of your mouth is a perfectly acceptable situation, in my opinion. But at times in my life the definition of “acceptable situation” slide a bit; sometimes more than a bit.  During those times, I would find things like not getting a letter in the mail sufficient reason to let go with a chosen word.  As in: “S***, the mail came and I didn’t get this letter to the mailbox yet.”  ...

I’m a good Dad. Man in the sky, I hope I’m a good Dad. I spend lots of time with my kids, probably more than the average Dad.  And yes, I know it isn’t all about time.  I also think I’m setting a good example; but who knows what little minds absorb.  I do 5,000 things in their presence every minute.  Some of it is inevitably going to be a poor example.  And again, who knows which one of the 5,000 things they are picking up on.  Sure, I put a nice face on in front of them, or try to, at any rate.  I have a fairly healthy relationship with my wife.  I try to be nice to people and generally happy and helpful.  Will any of that stick?  Or will the time when Wonder why she says "poop?" Good parenting?  Probably not. I’m overwhelmed by the reality that is triplets and yell at the dog be the thing that sticks? After all, those other 4,999 things are all, well, ordinary.  But there is Daddy yelling at the dog to...