Why I Like Being a Dad



1.   Captive audience for my bad jokes.

2.   Relief from the strain of having too much money.

3.   Lots of practice in learning to count to ten.

4.   Lots of practice in asking, “What did your Mom say?”

5.   An ever growing appreciation for my old man.

6.   Smiles.

7.   Seeing flashes of me, my bride, and other relatives in the way the kids behave.

8.   Witnessing endless “Eureka!” moments in the kids.

9.  Learning new facets of love each day.

10. Realizing why the proudest title for God is Father.

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  1. I recall a story of my old Oxford tutor, the Catholic philosopher, Miss Anscombe (she was married to another philosopher, Peter Geach, but was always “Miss Anscombe”)
    During her sixth or seventh pregnancy, Miss Anscombe went into the lecture theatre to find that someone had written “Anscombe breeds” on the blackboard (This passed for wit in that ancient seat of learning)
    Miss Anscombe picked up the chalk, wrote on the blackboard and then began her lecture without further comment. She had amended it to read “Anscombe breeds IMMORTAL BEINGS!”

  2. A good response by her MPS! Why on Earth whoever scrawled that thought it was an insult or funny is beyond me since what she was doing was perfectly natural for a married woman to do. Perhaps even back then we were seeing the reaction of so many would be intellectuals to the process of human reproduction: love the sex, hate the whole purpose for why it is being done.

  3. Donald R McClarey wrote, “ Perhaps even back then we were seeing the reaction of so many would be intellectuals to the process of human reproduction…”
    It could be so.
    Miss Anscombe was a fellow of Somerville, then a ladies’ college. There were some twenty fellows and she remarked to me once, that the Geaches made up half the children at the annual children’s’ Xmas party. Indeed, a good half of the fellows were unmarried.
    A generation earlier, until the end of WWII, there had been a tradition of female academics resigning on marriage; a career and family was thought to be incompatible for women. Miss Anscombe rather dispelled that notion; she went on to become Professor of Philosophy at Cambridge, the chair formerly held by her old teacher and friend, Wittgenstein. She was his translator and literary editor.

  4. Sorry- that picture/video is just tooo creeepy to get past… leaves me paralysed. Are Dads clowns?

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