
We all have this fantasy about fatherhood. We picture ourselves as this wise, stoic sage—like Mufasa in The Lion King or Yoda with a dad bod. We imagine sitting our sons down, looking them deep in the eye, and delivering a monologue so profound, so moving, that it instantly alters the trajectory of their lives.
We think parenting is an intellectual exercise. We think it’s about information transfer.
Well, I have some bad news for you.









