A dad wears a lot of hats.
Some days it’s coach.
Some days it’s referee.
Some days it’s short-order cook, financial advisor, part-time therapist…
and full-time finder of things that are “literally right in front of you.”
But at the end of the day — strip all that away —
a dad has one job:
Keep his family safe.
Whether they realize it or not…
I spend a good portion of my life building what I like to call…
A hedge of protection.
You don’t see it.
You don’t hear it.
But oh… it’s there.
And as a dad, I take my role seriously.
I listen to experts.
I follow the science.
I trust the professionals.
Which brings me to the year 1665.
London.
Not a great time to visit.
The Great Plague of London was sweeping through the city…
and wiping out about 100,000 people.
Naturally, doctors stepped in with solutions.
And by “solutions”… I mean…
absolute chaos.
At the time, many physicians believed disease was caused by “bad air.”
Makes sense, right?
Bad air = bad outcome.
So how do you fight bad air?
You introduce… worse air.
Yes.
Because bad in the days of yore, it seems two wrongs did make a right.
Actual, real-life medical advice at the time was to inhale farts to protect yourself.
Let that settle in for a moment.
Okay – done?
Good – let’s move on.
People were encouraged — and I’m not making this up —
to carry around jars of their own… supply…
or even someone else’s…
and take a little sniff now and then.
You know… for health.
Because apparently the thinking was:
“If you fill your body with this…
there’s no room left for the bad stuff.”
Science has come a long way.
Now…
Did it work?
I have absolutely no idea.
But I can tell you this:
My wife and I have been sharing the same bed…
under the same covers…
for 25 years.
And I’m proud to report…
She has remained 100% free of the Bubonic Plague.
Not a single case.
Coincidence?
I’ll let you decide.
Because at the end of the day…
I’m a dad.
And I take my job seriously.
Protect. Provide.
And apparently… prevent 17th-century diseases… one night at a time.
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