My son is twelve years old. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of raising a twelve year old, it’s really quite simple. Your only role for the most part is to keep him from killing himself. Meanwhile, he’ll be climbing anything he can find and searching for creative ways to break stuff. It’s also important to realize he’s fully convinced that he’s invincible, which is the name of the game while being a boy.

Being a former boy myself, none of this bothers me, nor do I fret over it. My job as a dad is to ...   more »