Last night I was on cloud nine because my son, X, was talking much more than he usually does. As I was getting him dressed for bed, he started telling me about our family’s going to Bible school.
“Nee go bibul kool,” he said.
“Really,” I responded.
“N go bibul kool.”
“Who else goes to Bible school?”
“Mommy go bibul kool.”
“Does Daddy go to Bible school?”
“Daddy go bibul kool.”
“What about X?” He struggled to say is name correctly, but he finally got it out.
“X go bibul kool.”
I finished dressing him in his pajamas, gave him a kiss and placed him to bed for the night.
This morning, KayEm called me at work.
“Hey, Honey,” she said. “Did you forget something last night?”
“I don’t think so,” I searched my mind to see if I could think about anything that I could have missed. Nothing stood out.
“When I got X out of the bed this morning and started to change his diaper, I noticed one problem. THERE WAS NO DIAPER!” she said. “The baby boy was soaked.”
“No diaper?” I asked. “That’s impossible. Maybe it slipped off during the night.”
“So you’re telling me that the diaper slipped through his pajamas and magically disappeared during the night?” KayEm asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I believe that is what I’m saying because there is no way that I could have got him dressed without putting on his diaper.” I could tell KayEm was shaking her head as we spoke.
“How could you forget his diaper?” she asked.
“I was engrossed in our conversation,” I said. “At least I remember to take the old diaper off. I should get points for that, right?”
The KayEm fell silent on the other end of the line and I knew that she was still shaking her head and thinking FAIL!
I guess I deserved it.
Mocha Dad
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