It's a big responsibility for me, as a dad, being my boy's primary male role model. I have to teach him how to be a man. A good man. It's a responsibility I take very seriously. And occasionally, I get that little piece of feedback from him that lets me know I'm doing my job.

We're in the kitchen preparing breakfast this morning. As he's crawling around, the boy says, "Da da da daaa..." In writing, it looks like nothing. In person, it sounded like the theme song for Monday Night Football.

That's my boy.