From training pants to training wheels, Motocross racing, a funeral and a custody battle, I taught my son Alec how to live on this planet. You know, the simple stuff; cross at the intersection when the light is green, stand still when it's red. Through our laughter and tears, travel and travail, road trips, mountain biking, potty training and rock climbing adventures, he taught me about life on this planet, and most importantly, love.
His seven-year old questions, such as, "Dad, does your penis get hard when you think about Cindy Crawford?" drag me giggling at my prudishness into the...