Sure, the Harley factory tour wouldn’t have appealed to me or what seems to be endless eating (if it was ice cream, maybe), but the camaraderie seems palpable. And there also appears to be a lot of beer.
There are only 165,000 or so at-home dads in the country, and though I know a few here in San Francisco, I’m not so sure every city is filled with so many like-minded parents. Dads are still outnumbered on the home front. By far.
So it’s good to see dads come together, kick back and talk shop — especially when said talk revolves around nap time schedules and getting the kid to eat one. more. god. damn. bite. I remember how thrilling it was to be able to openly discuss these simple things with another dad, and I can only hope a few of the convention-goer have found the same. Talking about beer also doesn’t seem so bad, and if anyone brings up the great hem-stitch conversation of 2007, then I’ll be really jealous.