Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

THERE I was in the middle of getting a stubborn grease stain off the bottom of the casserole dish when a scream rushed its way into my ear canal and shook me from my day dream.

“Daddy!” came a second thundering roar from the top of the stairs. “Daddy, come up here!”

Prior to this arresting screech I had heard howls of laughter along with music and plodding dancing and I knew that their mother was up there with them. So I wasn’t too worried but boy what a racket.