Can we talk about something else? Can we talk about something else? The The Oh, yeah. So,

So, So, Oh, My son just turned six years old. He's a sweet kid. For example, I'll often mess with him by claiming that something he's been

looking forward to has been canceled. And except for the rare occasion, like when I convinced

him that Saturdays were now school days, he absorbs the news quite well.

He'll reason and console me for having to break such bad news to him.

If he's eating a snack and you aren't, he'll offer you some.

If he falls and gets hurt, his first concern

is to stop you from worrying about him. He'll smash his knee then hobble up, repeating

that he's okay, even though he's clearly not.

I've witnessed him babble through tears that he's okay.

I'm a stay-at-home dad.

Yeah, you heard right.

My name's Jack Luna, and I'm a stay-at-home dad.

I destroy my back ignoring lift systems and group homes and now my fiancée is the breadwinner.

She has a career and I have the ability to suck up my pride and do

what a lot of men would consider to be emasculating. The Social Services

feel doesn't pay shit. How much do you think you negotiate to be paid if the

assignment offered you was to work shifts in a home for the mentally and indoor physically

disadvantaged wherein you're responsible for all of their personal care.

Oh, and some are violent, some might die in your shift, and if they do, you'll be

investigated, possibly even charged. I mean, say one of them falls down the stairs while

struggling with you or takes off into the street while out for a stroll or just

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