Moms and dads always have different roles within the family. Our family is no different. Whenever there’s a major issue, the wee ones call for Moooooooooooooom! And that’s fine. I’m more comfortable taking care of those issues.
Once the bedroom door closes for naps or bedtime though, the story changes. If my husband is home, the wee ones both call for Daddy. They know that they have one shot with Mommy before I start taking away toys, so they store up that shot. My husband… they know he doesn’t mean business the same way I do.
Daddy, I have to go potty.
Daddy, Snowy fell down. Can you pick him up?
Daddy, I’m thirsty!
And so it goes.
Daddy! I need some help.
My husband heads upstairs to find Mister Man in the bathroom.
What do you need, Son?
Daddy, can you check to see if I’m clean? (Oh, I’m loving hearing this conversation from my spot from the couch.)
Mister Man, do you know who I ask to check my bottom to make sure that I’m clean?
No, Daddy. Who do you ask?
No one. I don’t ask anyone. I wipe my bottom, and I can tell that it’s clean. And if I have any doubts, I just look at the toilet paper and check.
Well, can you check me too then, Daddy?
Sarcasm is lost on the young. Fortunately, it isn’t lost on the Moms who fully appreciate it!
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