It's early Sunday morning and the sun just came up. You barely have your eyes open and your child comes running up to you shouting "Dad, I hit a homerun." A few minutes later he does it again. Aren't you proud? Is this one of those priceless moments you've seen on the television ads?

First of all, I'm not accusing anyone named Paul of having bunions on his feet. That's the inflamed swelling of the sac on the joint of the big toe, according to Webster's Dictionary. I mean, do your child's feet look big enough to make a footprint resembling Lake Winnipesaukee?

Do you enjoy traveling, and calling "time-outs?" Are you accustomed to kids talking back to you, and parents becoming emotional about every decision you make? Well, if this sounds interesting, pick up a whistle and try on a zebra shirt.

The shovel is still frozen into the icy snow banks along my driveway, but there is something stirring as the temperatures rise and robins return from the south.