No, my dad - the hilarious, smart, sarcastic and often extremely cynical Terrance P. Brennan - didn't pen this book.



I did - his sarcastic and often extremely cynical daughter 30 years his junior (the smart and hilarious are TBD).



This book, written by me from the perspective of my Guinness-drinking, Led Zeppelin rocking, soccer watching father, gives the advice I think he'd probably give to other parents as he looks back at the past 25 years he spent as the father of me and my older brother, Ryan.



It's a 2-month late Father's Day gift filled with the widsom that my 25-year-old brain thinks my Dad's 56-year-old brain would spout off to other Dads, 60% in jest, but 40% in seriousness.



Whether you agree that you can build kids' characters by purposely losing them in thick woods or that the greatest benefit of higher education is simply getting your offspring the hell out of your house, remember this: I turned out pretty damned awesome, so if the worst thing that comes from following this book's advice is winding up with a kid like me, then you've got nothing to lose.