Are you ready....wait for this....I'm blogging about daycare now?

For those of you who read The Blog years ago, this may be the last thing would expect. I'm blogging about daycare now? OMFG, what have you become?

Dada. Dada. Anyway, I love Johnny more than myself, which is saying a lot because I'm really fucking awesome. But I'm still getting used to some things about being Dada. Like the language. After I dropped Johnny off today and was walking towards the door of daycare (which I actually call school and has complimentary coffee by the door):

Other dad: Oh, there's no coffee today.
OMFG: Fuckin' A.

Uh, I really couldn't stop myself. Pretty bad. Luckily, I did this outside the infant room so no one likely noticed.

Then I walked outside. And I saw another dad who is usually clad in khakis and polo shirts. But today he was dropping off his daughter Mayden and wearing shorts to show off his tribal calf tattoo. And I never thought much about the fact that his daughter was named Mayden; I mean, in Portland, people just make shit up to name their kids. But he was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt. Fuckin' awesome. He named his daughter after that! I suppose he is still a little stuck in the 80's. I, however, despite being stuck in the 90's, will not name my next child Chumbawumba.