I thought I was a good father, that I had the skills needed to watch my three kids for the day while their mother spent a day in the big city.

Six hours into the grand experiment, it’s time for a reality check.

Things started out well enough with some shared yogurt eating.

But then I turned my head for a moment and they were trying to escape.

I managed to quash the insurrection…for a moment, but while I was feeding August, they started playing “spider web.”

I’m pretty sure kids aren’t supposed to put bags of any kind over their heads, right? Am I right?

I took the bags off and gave them some lunch. Things seemed to be settling down. But then. Then came proof positive that I deserve to have my daddy badge revoked.

At that point I gave up and hid under the table, where I sit now with my laptop, in the fetal position, waiting for Robbi to come home.

Fortunately for me, August has been doing this all day long.

As for the other two, I have no idea what they’re up to. I think I just heard someone turn on the table saw…