Parenthood is time in the trenches

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When you're the daddy, you come to realize that it's your job to handle whatever daddyhood throws at you.

Saturday my two-year-old needed a bath. She loves oranges, and she had eaten two big navel jobbies for lunch and was sticky all over.

"You want a bath, Anna?" I asked, thinking she'd say yes. She normally LOVES to get a bath.

"NO!" she said. "Wan' watch Tales."

"You can't watch Veggie Tales with sticky orange all over you." Then I had an idea; we were in the kitchen, and the surroundings inspired me. "You want to take a bath in the sink?"

She considered a moment. "Uh-huh," she said, nodding.

"I'm gonna wash you like a dish," I told her, filling the kitchen sink with water.

A while later I was watching my newly-clean daughter as she sat in our kitchen sink and played with plastic cups, endlessly filling and pouring, filling and pouring. Then she stopped filling and pouring.

"Hmmm," I said to myself. "I wonder why she's got that funny, intent look on her face."

The reason became apparent when it bobbed to the surface. Apparently she'd had an orange for breakfast, too. Lotta fiber in them oranges.

I tell you, you haven't lived 'til you've resolved the problem of a toddler sitting in her own poop in your kitchen sink.

-AaronB

 

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