Tonight I attended Zach's Christmas sing-a-long.  I failed to sing along.  The highlight?  An overserved dad.  Clearly sauced, he made animal noises, and cheered, heckled, and whooped like he was watching a honky-tonk bar-band.  For the first time in my life I got to sit back, and enjoy watching a social collapse.  The dude had people squirmin.  But it wasn't my problem!  When I used to be a teacher, I was forced to crush bad social behavior.  When I was a church leader, I lived in fear of nutjobs hell-bent on derailing peace and order.  These days, I'm just a dad.  Nothing more.  I love my job...or lack thereof.