Order of the Fatherhood

Little did I know that, when Wrigley was born, I was secretly initiated into a fraternity of fathers. We tend to walk around public places, mostly on weekends, hand in hand with our children, slightly dumbstruck. When we make eye contact with one another, we hold it, grin sheepishly, and exchange this simple, non-verbal message: what the hell were we thinking?

I can't wait to learn the handshake!