My parents made a rule after my older brother didn’t move out until he was almost 25. No child gets to live at home past a month without paying rent. Of course they implement the rule after elder brother finally moved out, and therefore ruined everything for the rest of the boys. If they would have run him a tab for all the time he remained at home after high school, he would be repaying them until 2076. Oh, and since he’s the eldest, of course he gets the nicest inheritance too. (Not that there will be any.) (Being a middle child sucks.)

So, here I am one month into fatherhood, trying to follow my parent’s example, and it appears Leonard will not be moving out by tomorrow. He also does not have a job. Even the dog is disgusted by his laziness. This kid actually lies around more than the dog, and the dog is a pug!

Every day, for nearly four years, after returning home from work, I ask Louis (pronounced Lou-EE) the pug if he found a job today, even looked, or cleaned his room? Must confess, having a dog does not prepare you for a newborn, but imagine it’s very similar to living with a teenager.

Flash forward to now when I come home and ask Louis the usual questions about employment and productivity, he just looks at my son Leonard, and doesn’t hesitate to point out the kid hasn’t done any of those things either. So, now my son is not only lazily lying around the house all day, he’s enabling the dog to perpetuate his laziness too.

This duo, I’ll tell ya what. We couldn’t be more blessed or proud! We wouldn’t change it for the world.