Like life, you parent in stages. You learn as you go. CLICK HERE
When I was eight I remember being on the business end of an ass whooping and as I cried myself to sleep I vowed to be a better Dad than what I got stuck with. FYI: Dad delivered said ass whooping right after I burned down our basement. Feel free to judge.
I awoke to breakfast in bed. The menu was Pancakes with Strawberries and Orange Juice. Planned and executed successfully by my bad ass 11 year old, Rosie. I hope you Dads had an equally great day.