Someone’s toddler might have been cold on his way home last night, but not mine.
Welcome to Daddy is an idiot, part 312: yesterday afternoon when I got the boy from “school” I picked up a sweatshirt on the way out that I could have sworn belonged to the lad. It did not. This is nowhere close to the first time that I’ve done this. I typically leave it to the CFO to sort out these sorts of things for me after the fact; she’s had a lot of practice.
Speaking of cold, the Jr VP invented a new game for himself last night: see how many times he can put an ice cube in his mouth and then remove it before the cube melts. This is tougher than it sounds because you have to factor in that the lad is shaking with laughter as he attempts it. If he thinks that is fun, it should only be short jump for him to see how fun it could be to put an ice cube down Mommy’s shirt when she’s least expecting it. Maybe I’ll model that behavior for him when we get home tonight.
