I am a wuss.

When I was growing up, we watched the movie Jaws. I imagined that the floor was an ocean and that if my feet touched it, that massive shark would bite them. Twenty five years later I still refuse to have my feet on the floor during scary moments. In movie theaters, at home, at friends’ houses, I will yank my feet up if a movie grows dark and an “oboe of terror” starts to mournfully play.

I am a wuss, but sometimes this world is legitimately scary.

The Department of Justice recently did a study that showed that 1 out of every 4 girls will be raped before graduating college.

Every day, kids plant landmines online that will not explode until they are older and realize a photo can never, ever be deleted from the Internet.

The only fictional part of movies like “Man on Fire,” and “Taken,” is the idea that someone is coming to rescue the kidnapped and sex slaved children around the world.

We are hurt and continuing to hurt each other.

And into that world, I am sending my two daughters.

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I still remember where I was when OJ Simpson was declared innocent.

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I can’t believe these 8 year olds. I am blown away. I’ve never seen pop n’ lock like this, at this age. Absolutely ridiculous. Thanks to @jscottmoore for finding this. If you want to smile today, watch the video after the jump:

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A few weeks ago, my 7 year old got sick. If you read my heart wrenching Ray Charles food poisoning tale, then you know what a big deal that is. She hates to throw up like I hate LeBron James trying to make me feel bad for thinking he could have done a better job leaving the Cleveland Cavaliers.

But this time, she was actually pretty good. There were no tears or shouting. She got sick and then laid down on a princess blow up bed that has already been worth its weight in gold. My wife and I complimented her on such a great turnaround from the usual reaction to illness. Later that day though, I pulled my four year old aside and let her know, “You’re really great at throwing up too.” (Lot of parenting books don’t tell you to do that, but then a lot of parenting books don’t tell you that one of the hardest parts of being a parent is having the patience to wait until your kids are asleep to pop their old half deflated helium balloons.)

When I told McRae she was good at throwing up, she looked me dead in the eye and immediately replied:

“I’m the champion of puking.”

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