A VERY long time ago when I was just a child and my youngest brother was a toddler, our clothes dryer caught fire. Yes, my clothes dryer problems started with my ancestors. The flames were shooting out of the dryer, but my mother reached through the flames to unplug the dryer and drag it from the wall while shouting at me to take my brother next door. The fire department came, my mother had her burns bandaged by our neighbor and the entire house was a smoke disaster. My father heard nothing about any of it until he walked in the door after a full day at work. I don’t think my mother EVER called my father at work. Whatever the problem was, it was hers to solve during the day. I must have learned nothing from my mother’s stoicism. I rarely call Doug when he’s working, but I text message him about everything. In making fathers more aware and involved in their childrens’ lives I worry that we’ve confused and overwhelmed them into thinking that they must solve every problem.