Thanks, Boys

I normally try to write something in this space that is funny, or insightful - or, if I'm really trying, both. But tonight I just want to thank my little boys for being so patient and enduring their father's unfulfilled childhood dreams.

First, they've patiently pretended to care about learning to bat left-handed and throw right-handed (that's a ticket to the major leagues, see). And now, this. I always wanted to be a member of Kiss...

Thanks for sitting still during the makeup session, boys.