''My teenage son's goal in life is to make me feel 3,500 years old'': and other thoughts on parenting from Dave Barry

Dave Barry isn't just funny. His wit cuts right to the core of life's absurdities. In __"My Teenage Son's Greatest Goal in Life Is to Make Me Feel 3,500 Years Old" and Other Thoughts on Parenting__ from Dave Barry, Dave shares his hopes, fears, and insights about his own stint as a father. "Most people make babies out to be very complicated, but the truth is they have only three moods: Mood One: Just about to cry. Mood Two: Crying. Mood Three: Just finished crying." The popular humorist shares his hilarious observations and parenting and fatherhood.Dave Barry isn't just funny. His hilarious syndicated newspaper column and numerous best-selling books have sparked the kind of adulation that's often reserved for rock stars or world leaders. His wit cuts right to the core of life's absurdities.In “My Teenage Son's Greatest Goal in Life Is to Make Me Feel 3,500 Years Old” and Other Thoughts on Parenting from Dave Barry, Dave shares his hopes, fears, and insights about his own stint as a father. “Most people make babies out to be very complicated, but the truth is they have only three moods: Mood One: Just about to cry. Mood Two: Crying. Mood Three: Just finished crying.”

dave Barry Isn't Just Funny. His Hilarious Syndicated Newspaper Column And Numerous Best-selling Books Have Sparked The Kind Of Adulation That's Often Reserved For Rock Stars Or World Leaders. His Wit Cuts Right To The Core Of Life's Absurdities.in My Teenage Son's Greatest Goal In Life Is To Make Me Feel 3,500 Years Old And Other Thoughts On Parenting From Dave Barry, Dave Shares His Hopes, Fears, And Insights About His Own Stint As A Father. Most People Make Babies Out To Be Very Complicated, But The Truth Is They Have Only Three Moods: Mood One: Just About To Cry. Mood Two: Crying. Mood Three: Just Finished Crying.

Parenthood is not unlike the Space Mountain ride at Disney World, in the sense that both experiences involve zooming along in a carefree manner, then suddenly having your stomach get collapsed like a stomped-on Dixie cup by violent unexpected high-speed turns.