Best (or Worst) Dad Ever

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It depends on your perspective. Five-year-old me would be entranced by the dancing and music, fifteen-year-old me would think this was the best dad ever, twenty-five-year-old me found strip clubs boring, thirty-five-year-old me would think that that was some bad parenting.

As for present-day forty-five-year-old me: I just think that it might be nice to go “the peeler” with the Old Man (yes, Dad and I have gone to “the ballet” a couple of times), if only to hang out with him once more.

(Looking at the picture again, that may be the toddler’s mom onstage, and it’s “take your kids to work” day. That might be all right.)