One stinkin’ Twizzler. That’s all it took to make me feel like a terrible dad this weekend.
I went to a family-friendly sports-bar type of place on Sunday afternoon with a friend of mine and my oldest son, Benjamin. Ben is coming up on 11. My daughter Ava is 6 and was home with my wife and my friend’s daughters. My 8-1/2-year-old son Jack** was also at home with some helpers we have for him.
** If you’ve never been here before, Jack is severely autistic. He’s the “Jack” in Operation Jack. My hobby is using running to help various causes, primarily fighting autism. And it’s all for him. Together we’re going to make this world a better place. So far, we’re getting there. Lemons => lemonade, you know? [Read more…]