Look, the internets recommend children lay off the boob tube we owe our existence and happy marriages to until 2 years of age. But I can’t control this kid of ours, interwebs. I’m sorry. I’m a bad father. Buggar off.

It’s just- my daughter fell into a stupor when the Dropkick Murphy’s came on TV singing live at Fenway Park (boo Red Sox!)…in particular they sang a cover of AC/DC’s classic “TNT”. Dude. Irish is all mother, AC/DC is all me.

I get told a lot that the rugrat looks nothing like me, but you can’t deny her tendencies. She’s a Ranman at the core. With a pretty envious tan thanks to me. Paternity test on hold.