Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

MYSELF and the littlest of my two little fellas were up at the crack of dawn the other morning.

He is sleeping better now. Occasionally (fingers crossed), he’ll wake up once in the middle of the night and, even then, you just have to grab his legs, give him a good tug down the bed, and he dozes off like a sentinel in an old Loony Tunes cartoon.

The other Saturday was different, however. For some reason (I think he knows when it’s my shift), he decided he’d get me early. My turn, my bad luck. That’s just the way it goes.