Doubts of a Future Father Concerning the Raising of a First Child, or How to Pack Your Picnic Packpack

I can’t cook. I’m tired. I don’t know how to hold a baby. Don’t know how to change diapers. Teach it Hebrew? Will it have a Baltimore accent? Raise it Jewish? What if it’s sick? What if I drop it? What if it’s stupid? How is it going to change me? What if Honey never feels better? What if she resents me? What if it ruins her career? Will we really have to do all this camping stuff? Private or public school? Stay in Baltimore City? I don’t mind going to see children’s movies, and I definitely don’t mind going to the zoo, but I can’t listen to bad children’s music. I’ll never have time to write. Never have time to discover new music. Never have time to relax. To think.

But hopefully, as you can see from Jr.'s results below, my troubles will be over at a certain point. Early retirement, Beverly Hills, here I come!

And just one more thing Before I go away for a week: Did some basement organizing last week. We need to throw away a lot of stuff that’s never left the basement to make room for new stuff that will never leave the basement. Found this unopened wedding present, a picnic packpack, complete with instructions. See you in a week.