A short list of my joys as a parent
I find myself commiserating with a co-worker on a regular basis who's daughter is just a few months younger than The Kid. We're both in the cutting teeth phase, so one of us is usually exhausted from another night of getting up in the middle of the night to soothe a baby in pain. When Gladys was out of town and The Kid had three blowout diapers in two days, my co-worker was the one person on our team who knew exactly what I was going through. The problem with this is our childless co-workers will overhear these stories, leading them to declare that listening to us makes them glad they don't have kids. So here is a short list of why being a father is the most incredible, humbling, heartwarming experience of my life. When I pick The Kid up from daycare, watching her drop everything and run to me is great, as is the bear hug I get when she reaches me. Watching her sit up at the table in her room to read a book like Mommy reads to her. Having to read six stories be