I don’t even know what happened this week.
I started out talking about my boys being in Summer school and playing games. I sidetracked into playing sports in school when I was a kid. Veered into teaching my boys taekwondo. I also taught them about how mosquitos spread malaria via a very odd ice cream metaphor. I realized that beyond potty training, nobody teaches you squat about parenting. And I think I landed on an existential crisis. I’m sorry if I broke your brain trying to follow this.