Do you ever get the impression that you’re needed for one thousand projects all at once, and not one of them can wait?

This is what I call being:

The house is a long expanse, a twisting maze of halls, doors, cupboards, and secrets that only the occupants know about.

And as such it lends itself to this never ending tide of need that kids simply can’t live without. Damn, I’ve been through every room of our house more times today than I’ve changed undies in a lifetime!

And it’s all on account of the, “dad I need…” statement.

There’s no trick to this, no secret knowledge passed down from elder to initiate, it’s just one of the many dad things we’ve got to live with.