It goes without saying that as parents there is really not that much we know for sure. Most of it we learn on the fly, or as husbands, we learn what our wives teach us, rather tell us.

At this point in my parenting life, there are so many questions I have, so many problems to solve.

To this day, I am not sure of why some car manufacturers place the car seat hook-ups in one place, while another places them somewhere else. In fact, some brands change the hook-ups from one model to the next or from one year’s model to the next.

For the love of all things holy, it took me the better part of two or three years to figure out how to install the seats. I don’t need to have to relearn the whole thing just because we purchased a newer model.

Only after I started really singing nursery rhymes, and understanding the lyrics, that I became terribly disturbed. How in the heck do some of those songs get written in the first place?

Why in the world are we worried about what physical damage might be caused by playing a healthy, character building game of Red Rover and not worried about the long term, psychological effects of “Ring Around The Rosie”?

Having grown up in what is commonly referred to as the country, the backwoods or the boondocks, I never got to fully appreciate Halloween.

When your closest neighbors are a few miles away, it’s kind of hard to go door-to-door. It would take a little too long and the candy haul wouldn’t have been that impressive.

So, while there are plenty of things as a parent that I do not understand, Halloween is one of those things I truly get.

Think about it. As a kid, you play dress-up, go to as many houses as you possibly can, knock on the door and the person that answers then door gives you candy. What a deal!

This year, if two little boys, dressed as Spiderman, and a sweet girl dressed as a Robin Hood henchman, come knocking feel free to be generous.

You are more than welcome to give them some healthy treats, but their father really likes Butterfingers (hint, hint).