XOX Man doesn’t drink often, but when he does, it’s Italian red wine (and it need not be expensive).
XOX Man runs an international company, but he doesn’t get his mug on magazine covers. That’s not the way he rolls.
XOX Man is raising daughters, but they have cojones. And they’re still every inch young ladies.
XOS Man could cook the pants off of Scarlet Johansson, but he doesn’t. He cooks the pants off his wife because he loves her and she’s sexy and that’s the way he rolls.
XOX Man is the sort of friend who’s truly there for you, a man’s man who’s literally climbed mountains with his family. I just hear about it later.
My teen sons love and look up to XOX Man. They can tell that he truly takes an interest in them and isn’t phony. You can’t fool teens and XOX Man doesn’t have to. Fake is not the way he rolls.
XOX Man is not afraid to give hugs and kisses. That is the way he rolls.
Although he didn’t exactly say the following, he might have if I had asked him nicely:
“Generally I don’t breed, but when I do breed, I sometimes turn to Privilege of Parenting as a field guide to remind me that I don’t need no stinkin’ parenting book.” XOX Man
I love you XOX Man. I want to grow-up to be just like you. Namaste