Me: Charlie, you do such a nice job making your bed each morning. Charlie: Does that mean I can get some extra money for it? Me: No. It just means that you do something that you're responsible for, and you do it well.
Teddy makes this little noise kind of often. Sometimes he just makes the noise by itself; other times he makes it at the end of words and talks that way for a while like some pint-size Mushmouth. I managed to record it so that we'll be able to remember it. These special little things tend to disappear from the repertoire all of a sudden.
The name of this blog is a political statement about fatherhood. Regardless of the progress toward gender equality that has occurred over the last several decades, one stereotype persists and may be getting worse: moms are good parents and dads are incompetent boobs who sometimes babysit. Poppycock, I say. Or an excuse for dads who would like to be viewed as numskulls so that they don't have to parent their kids. Dads are parents too, and I know some who are very good at it.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.