As I may have mentioned Most people within a five hundred mile radius know that our daughter Maggie is getting married. 34 days, 9 hours and 27 minutes from this moment.
I’m not gonna kid you. We’ve experienced kind of a perfect wedding storm of crazy that totally caught us off-guard. And there have been quite a few tears (also unusual).
The other day, daughter Katy passed along this tumblr that a guy started – Why My Son is Crying* – recording pictures and the reason why he was crying with each shot. Maybe some of you know about this and I’m just late to the party (as usual).
Some of my favorite reasons for his tears are:
- Buzz Lightyear’s knee is bent.
- It took me longer than 0 seconds to take off his shirt.
- I touched his foot with my foot.
- We wouldn’t let him drink whiskey.
- We wouldn’t let him open the hotel door and run naked through Times Square.
If you have been a parent for more than the time it took me to write this sentence, you can relate.
2 months old, 2 years old, 25 years old. Our kids cry. And sometimes when they’re little (rarely) it’s hard not to laugh at the absurdity. But mostly tears break our hearts and we just want to fix whatever is wrong.
