Class is Cancelled
The class was buried in the basement of the
So after hunting for the location – a cafeteria dining room – for 15 minutes, I stumbled upon a room full of tacky laminated tables and men that looked vaguely lost.
My question of ‘is this the fathering class?’ was met with a number of mild nods. The clock on the wall said it was 10 ‘til the class started.
At 15 after, I stood up and said, ‘I’m treating this like a college class. 15 minutes and no professor, no class.’ And left.
Seriously, I would rather spend the money/time being a better birthing coach than learning how to change a diaper.After all, I’ve got a lot of Gunslinger experience.