As I frantically tried to put his clothes back on, I repeated “No, no, no,” and “we don’t take our clothes off”.

As I frantically tried to put his clothes back on, I repeated “No, no, no,” and “we don’t take our clothes off”.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
I’ve lifted up heavy objects, taught her to ride a bike, and won more crane games than I can count. Most times I come through in the clutch when I know her eyes are watching.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
In this context, I barely even know what “noob” means.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
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