The Unbearable Boneheadedness of Being a Dad

Last night, in an unprovoked – yet completly uncontrollable – moment of Dad, I altered the lyrics to KISS’s Hotter Than Hell in an effort to persuade my children not to come into the kitchen while I was cooking.

“The pans are hot, hot, hotter than heck. You don’t want to burn yourselves.”

There really needs to be a pill to prevent this kind of thing. If anyone needs me, I’ll be rocking back and forth in a dark corner.

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