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October 15, 2007



Hmmm, I've found that parenting is leading me away from superhero-ing, moving closer and closer to the essence of Clark Kent. I am surprised by the 50s model dad that is now emergent, suddenly I need a pipe and black-frame square glasses. This comes across in some unforeseen ways; I'm surprised to find how naturally stern I can be, how consistently pedagogic I am, how ready I am to mete out grim punishment. I think I'm doing right, and my boy loves me as much as I love him. But sometimes I realize I must consciously culture the nutty parts of my parenting or risk being a no-fun dad. So, superhero? No. In a good light, Clark Kent with a car seat, in a bad light, Walter Mitty with a disciplinarian streak.

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