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The next dad to come in for an interview is Jeremy Biser. Jeremy and I have something in common besides the fact that we are both stay-at-home dads; we both interview other dads, too! Two weeks ago I was featured in his Spotlight on Dads series for his Discovering Dad site. Last March we both met in the Dads Community on cre8Buzz.com , a new social networking site for bloggers, writers, photographers, entrepreneurs, sports enthusiasts, and many others. Here he is to tell you more about his life as a dad.

• Taking on the commitment of an at-home dad is a big decision. What factors contributed to your family’s decision?

The simple answer is that my wife, Lori, had a job with more flexibility. When she got pregnant, we were both District Managers working for incredible retail companies. Both of us made good money, and we both loved our jobs. We both had good benefits, although hers was slightly better with regard to paid leave and flex time. We didn't make a final decision until a few months before our son Ty was born.

• What do you think is your best quality for your job as the primary caregiver to your children?

I am good at math. Geometry, algebra, grocery coupon math - I can handle them all without breaking a sweat. Hell, I was on the slide rule team in high school. I know you have no idea what that is but believe me, it was really cool. No girl was more popular than one with a foot-long plastic mathematical device strapped to her belt loop. The cheerleaders wanted to be me. Ah, those were the days.

But when it comes to car math, I just don't get it. My husband and I bought a car yesterday and my brain is still reeling from the confusion of it all. Or maybe from the gallon of Amaretto sours I had to quaff to de-stress from the whole good cop/bad cop routine we had to put on.

When people have car trouble I have a good laugh to myself. Today our music writer is standing around the office forlornly, waiting for someone to help him jump his car battery. "I'd like to help, Pete," I say. "But I don't have my car down here today." This is a half-truth. It's true that my car isn't downtown, but it's not true that I'd like to help. The last time I tried to jump a car, in 1983, the cables jumped out of my hands and started a small fire in a nearby pile of leaves. My philosophy is, you leave car batteries alone, they'll leave you alone. Electrocution or a facefull of battery acid is a mighty high price to pay for helping Pete.

And that's my entire car strategy. Let the car be, don't drive it around, don't touch it even, and it won't give you any problems. It'll last for years. I plan on keeping my Plymouth Champ around for a long time. It's a 1982 model that cost $900. I've had it a year now, and I've driven it maybe ten times. I've got one thin key for it, and that's all it needs. It's got an AM radio and a fan and a sensitive braking and acceleration system-it's sensitive to you slamming your foot down on the pedals to get any kind of results. It drives like a dream, if your dreams shake and are noisy.

I don't know of anything in life worse than job hunting. Death, maybe. Junior high. Waiting around in the auto title bureau. But for long range frustration you can't beat job hunting. It's humiliating, dull, stressful, and frightening, and the end result-landing a job-isn't so hot either.

I had to look for work during the past several months. Pickings were slim. Each Sunday I looked in the classified Help Wanted section of the newspaper for a position. I looked under "E" for Editor. There were usually a few editor jobs around, but for rocks and minerals magazines. I couldn't apply for a job writing and editing articles about rocks and minerals. There were jobs for chemical editors, as well. I can't feign interest in that stuff. I know someone's got to do it, and not every rocks and minerals editor grew up dreaming of this kind of life. "When I grow up I wanna be an editor at Cobalt Age." Few of your schoolroom youngsters say this. I sure didn't. You didn't see me at the school science fair, either. I can't figure out carbonation; how could I write about zinc or bismuth?

A friend of mine decided to have her baby underwater. Because apparently lying in a nice soft bed surrounded by people whose job it is to wait on you isn't good enough for her.

On some level, the whole water birth makes sense because the baby moves from one fluid-filled environment to another. But unless you're delivering a mermaid (or merman), sooner of later, the kid is going to have to find land legs. Although if you're hoping your child becomes the next big Disney star, it probably wouldn't hurt to have some fins and flippers. And a voice like Bobcat Goldthwaite.