Since Father’s Day is right around the corner, I was going to write a diatribe about how the media portrays dads as moronic half-wits who melt baby bottles in the oven. Of course, these dads are well meaning. However, if they are so stupid that they cannot figure out how to work a diaper, should they have been allowed to reproduce?

Rather than waste my energy on how the world has a hard time accepting the concept of a competent, loving dad, I’ve decided to take the day off and spend it with my daughter.

We’re going bike riding and then maybe to the Science Center. Or the zoo. Or miniature golfing. We haven’t decided yet.

Take that mom-centric Parents magazine!