In the early years, weekend adventures with my daughter followed a script: a park, a pet store, a local bakery or maybe somewhere for lunch. We'd do it every Saturday, on and on. Now my daughter is nearly 9, and the tone and tenor of our routine has changed. The music we listen to matters more'she's gone from wanting 'Baby Shark' to having strong opinions about how Kurt Cobain kind of sounds like a loud, angry version of the Beatles. We still go to bakeries (this is a topic on which we fundamentally agree as father and child), but now we can also talk about what we enjoy at them (both the pastries and the fact that we're supporting small businesses in the city we love). Conceptually, what my family has come to call 'Dad-urday' grew out of a common parenting-duo problem: Sometimes, even though my wife and I believe in sharing household duties equally, one person will end up doing more kid-related labor than the other. This, I will admit (with some discomfort and guilt), fairly...
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