© Sweet Valley High

Daft Daddy has a secret. And no, I’m not talking about the time I read the entire Sweet Valley High series. Daft Daddy is a tea drinker. There, I said it. Perhaps I started drinking tea when I lived in Scotland, or maybe I was just a big fan of Mr. T growing up. Either way, I drink it and enjoy it. But my good friend Meri over at 3 Tomatoes has herself in a bit of a pickle. She has triplets - two girls and a boy. The girls enjoy hosting tea parties, and her son isn’t one to miss a party – or any party for that matter. However, many men raise an eyebrow when she tells them her son attends his sisters’ tea parties. She thinks men should man up and have a tea party with their kids no matter what their gender is. So the question is, would you bring your son to a tea party?

© Pretty Woman

Check out this week’s Ask Daft Daddy column featured in today’s Orange County Register.

Product Features:

- Padded adjustable-height child seat that includes a Sun Hood to keep the sun off your child

- Patented Auto-Deploy kickstand with No-Pinch Hinges provides a safe platform for loading and unloading your child

- Sliding waistbelt torso-length adjustment fits torso between 15″-19″ (38-48cm)

© Dirty Dancing

On Sunday, Daft Daddy and his trusty sidekick Mexican Al raced in the Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation Cinco de Mayo run/walk held in the City of Irvine with our friends over at Tiny Oranges. It was a great time for a great cause, and a big thank you goes out to Jennifer Scheumann for putting Team Tiny Oranges together and raising a lot of money for Pediatric Cancer Research.

The one thing I learned on Sunday is that I’m in horrific shape. I pulled a calf muscle at the 2 mile marker, causing me to limp across the finish line looking like Kurt Gibson. I’m in such bad shape I couldn’t even donate my body to science fiction. Some runners actually thought running around me was part of the course. However I have to admit, my favorite part of the day was when my running partner Mexican Al discovered the event was for Pediatric Cancer – not Pancreatic Cancer. I think he had mixed emotions, as he’s a huge Patrick Swayze fan. Which would explain why he has a tattoo of Johnny Castle on his chest with the phrase, “Nobody puts baby in a corner” below it.  But either way it was a great day, and I think it’s safe to say, we had the time of our lives.

© Saved by the Bell

As Featured in the May 7, 2012 Ask Daft Daddy column in the Orange County Register : 

I remember as a kid asking my mom what she wanted for Mother’s Day, and it was always the same reply – clean your room and no fighting (with my siblings). As a 10-year-old, obviously she was delirious. Or perhaps she was spending more time in the “forbidden” kitchen cabinet than I thought she was.

Who in their right mind would want a clean house and no fighting as a present? Surely she wanted another macaroni necklace or a coffee mug that has two oversized pink nostrils on the bottom of it so she looks like a pig every time she takes a sip.

But now as a new parent – and having a house that is so messy FEMA would declare it a national disaster – it all makes sense. What’s important to you before you have children is significantly different to what’s important to you after you have children. Sometimes this can be a fine line, which brings me to our Ask Daft Daddy question of the week:

Dear Daft Daddy: Mother’s Day is coming up, and my wife is 8 months pregnant. Do I have to do anything for her this year? I mean technically she’s not a mother yet, so I think I’m safe until next year. What do you think?

- Jack from Huntington Beach

Dear Jack: If you think Adele is angry, just wait until you don’t do anything for your wife for Mother’s Day this year. I fell into this similar trap last year when my wife Jeni was 25 weeks pregnant, so please heed my advice.

Now I’ve said a lot of dumb things in my lifetime, like the time I asked a bartender to wash my hands after I came back from the bathroom because the sign over the urinal said, “Employees Must Wash Hands,” but boy did I step in it with Jeni last Mother’s Day.

I took her to Slater’s 50/50 in Anaheim Hills for lunch, as we had heard good things about the place. It kind of reminded me a little bit of The Max, with the exception that Zach and Kelly weren’t smooching in one of the corner booths. Everything was cool until I decided to put my foot rather than my burger in my mouth. When the waiter wished us a Happy Mother’s Day, I turned into Screech Powers and said, “Well she’s not a mother yet.”

Much like my burger later that evening, my response did not sit well with Jeni. She was cursing at me so much, if they used beeps to censor her words it would have sounded like a fleet of trucks backing up. But once things settled down and Jeni explained to me all of the sacrifices she had to make just so wee Mac could continue to punch and kick her in the belly like a bad Steven Seagal movie, I had to reconsider my position. To me once your wife is pregnant, she is a mother. So to all you future dads out there, make sure you acknowledge Mother’s Day even if your wife is just pregnant. Otherwise you just may end up being Marked for Death by your wife.