One of my favorite things about fatherhood has been the random glimpses into the wide variety of possibilites that eternal damnation might hold. For example, I once thought hell would hold nothing but an infinity of teething infants. And for a while there, I was certain hell would be a small room packed with three year-olds.
Ah, but today! Today I was invited to a two-hour performance of theater by children younger than 11. Two. Hours. Children. Oh, lordy.
The children were adorable. The director was a saint. But when they decided to take an EXTRA five minute intermission to get the smoke machine up and running, I felt fairly certain I had stumbled into a lost chapter of Dante's Inferno.
Fatherhood? Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
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Don't worry. It gets worse. Much worse. Wait until age 15. Mom
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