The head! Holy s#*t, it’s a head! One more push, and an entire baby. Our entire baby. Our son.
My father, a beacon of wisdom to which his six children were inexorably drawn time and time again.
You knew it was happening, but you didn’t see it coming. Your oldest daughter is leaving home, going to college. You’re old.
Salute your pops this Father’s Day by taking in some legends together.