I actually got stabbed at my friend's bachelor party. In real life.
I'm just basking in the glory.
I think I'm a little concussed.
I'm the fun dad, I am also the disciplinarian.
People try to challenge me in bars every now and then. As long as they're not physical I just walk away, but if they get physical then I just end up in a fight.
My parents said that I was nine months old and would throw myself out of the crib onto the floor continually. As soon as they left the room after putting me back in they'd hear a big bump and I'd be on the floor again.