Being a dad of four — ages 17, 11, 7, and 4 — is like running a small company where the employees don’t listen, the HR department is always emotional, and the cafeteria never closes. But it’s also the greatest job I’ll ever have. 💯

Somewhere between the early-morning drop-offs, late-night Target runs, and sideline snacks, dads got their groove back. The narrative shifted.

We’re not just the background characters anymore — we’re front and center, rocking kicks, carrying diaper bags, and building legacies.

There’s a certain magic that happens at bedtime. The lights dim, the energy of the day settles, and for just a few moments — it’s you and your kid, tucked under blankets, diving into a story together. For me, that magic moment often comes right before Auggie’s eyelids start to droop and the giggles fade into yawns. And tonight’s feature? Creepy Pair of Underwear 🩲 — the perfect mix of funny, spooky, and sweet.

About a week ago, I got hit with a Type 2 Diabetes diagnosis. And let me tell you — that news landed harder than a snare on a Dre track. I sat at home, reading the lab results with the Mrs., heart pounding, trying to process how I — the same dude who keeps the energy high, stays moving, and pushes through pain — got here.