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I knew what could happen to my son if he was sent to the wrong school and got in with the wrong crowd.

My dad loved to 'arrange things' to take us kids to that scared the crap out of us on Halloween. He'd take us to the old 'Hermit's House' at the edge of town. He'd park the car 100 yards down the street and say, 'Go back there and get something off the front porch!'

At the end of the day, I'd love to see children stop begging their parents to go to the circus. That's what would make me most happy.

Dad couldn't train me. He was too high-strung, like, 'Throw your jab!' and I'd start crying.

I was a very unpredictable child. I'd pack a bag and go off and do a hike in the mountains for 10 days.

My kids love going to school. When my son started going to kindergarten, we asked him, 'How was it?' and his only complaint was that he didn't get to stay in there longer.

All kids want from their dad is for them to be around - and to show up when they say they're going to show up.

I wouldn't want to bring a kid into this crazy world right now.

As a kid, I'd get up at 3 in the morning during school vacations to help my father on his bakery-truck route. He didn't get a vacation from that schedule.

I know what it felt like to walk into school and have kids say, 'Mr. Spangler's here!' And I thought, what if I gave that power to a parent so the kid looks at them and says, 'Dad, let's make a smoke ring launcher in the garage today.' What parent doesn't want to be a rock star?