Dads can wake up to various kinds of unique challenges
Saturday morning is my only day to sleep late, so I was somewhat annoyed to notice three cute little nine-year-old girls creeping slowly into my bedroom early one Saturday morning. I pretended to be asleep.
They slowly but surely crept to the side of my bed, Ruth cleared her throat, trying to get me to wake up. Finally, she grabbed my arm, “Uh, Daddy, can you help us?” Ruth said in her sweetest voice. “We sort of have a problem.”