My 5Yo had a t-shirt emblazoned with that on the front, and I always wish they’d made shirts like that when I was little and my dad was alive.

Even though I never had a tea party with him in my whole life, I dedicate this book to my dad for being the ass-kickingest dude EVER.

If you know a dad who’s clueless about all things girly, you should totally pick up a copy of Tea Parties for Dads.

And not because I get like forty cents if you do, but because it’s a fun, quirky, informative read and they’ll both thank you for it (someday).

Grassy.

Spats on the preschool playground are hardly newsworthy—unless they happen between 20 or so parents at a freaking graduation celebration and the whole school has to be put on lockdown, resulting in a cancellation of all previously planned year-end activities.

Sadly, I am not even making this up.  Click here to read my iVillage post on this ridiculous story.