There is a time when a hunter must go hunting. This was that time for Neanderdad. He needed to get out to the office and slay a mammoth. He was dressed for the hunt. He had prepared. A conference room full of colleagues awaited his arrival. But, alas, Neanderdad simply could not get out of the house.
Neanderdad struggled with the doorknob, a backpack dangling unevenly from his shoulder and work papers stuffed dubiously under his arm. The dog, eager to get outside, tried to squeeze past him and through the door as it opened. Neanderdad had to drop a hip to bock him. This made the backpack even more unbalanced and Neanderdad tottered. But what presented the gravest challenge were his offspring. They pulled him back inside with all their might. After a morning of fully ignoring his presence, Neanderdad’s offspring had suddenly rediscovered the irreplaceable allure of their father. They now gripped him fiercely. Continue reading