Baseball ended Sunday night, and I thought the calendar might finally exhale. Instead, life simply redistributed itself. Work, school, family, and even CranioDad were already waiting to fill the space.

Halloween passed, the clocks changed, and one final baseball game unexpectedly became two. Then the lights came on, nine innings were played, and just like that, David's first fall baseball season was over

I had an entire Halloween lesson planned. History, food, stew, bread, and a fire. We're not doing it. Sometimes being Dad means recognizing that the plan isn't what your family needs.