Last week, my son turned four. It was a happy day.
A big anniversary often provokes a period of thoughtful reflection, and this one was no exception. And so here's how I'd summarize parenthood, year by year...tongue in cheek:
Year One: HOLY SHIT!
Year Two: Tough shit.
Year Three: I'm starting to like this shit.
Year Four: Congratulations, kid, now you can take your own shit.