"Exactly what kind of stupid shit have I gotten myself into this time?" I asked my father.
"Don't worry, it only gets worse ... er ... better I mean," he replied.
"Growing up I invariably figured the two of you knew inherently how to raise us, now I question my ability to survive even my pregnant wife's wrath, much less an incessantly crying baby."
"Funny you feel that way. Your mother and I raised you despite our ignorance and oddly enough I feel no more qualified now than I did more than twenty years ago."
"Oh, thanks for that. You know what? I seriously doubt, based on your uplifting words here, that you truly are more qualified."
"I love you too son," said my father. "Now instead of concerning yourself with the future, start thinking about the here and now and get in there with your wife. It's a right of passage and I'll be damned if you get to skip out on this one!"
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