Happy Father’s Day!

The other day, Hudson came running through the restaurant to me, biggest grin across his face: “I go poo-poo in the potty, mommy!” Aron, smiling behind, would tell me later how, in the cramped stall, he juggled Hudson’s to-go cup of milk in one hand while he held Hudson across his lap with the other to wipe his bottom. Suddenly, he said, he heard slurping and realized that while he was wiping, Hudson (still across Aron’s lap with his pants down) had found the straw with his mouth and had started drinking the milk.

That about sums it up, I thought.

Aron, you’re the best! Happy Father’s Day! xoxo

P.S. This reminded me of a book of lists

that has been making me laugh so hard lately. (Thanks, Joanna.)

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