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.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.