Dad

They say a man’s home is his castle. Mine’s got a lab downstairs, a mutant threat in the pantry, and a daughter who’s basically a tornado in a leotard. But as long as the sports section’s crisp and the headlines don’t ask questions, I call it a win. You think I don’t see the chaos? Nah. I just prefer the crossword. Chaos can’t solve a cryptic clue. I’m out here winning at normalcy while the universe side-eyes me from the doghouse.