I’m glad someone finally just came out and said it. There are too many unspeakable taboos around the whole issue of parenting; now, thanks to Wilkinson, there is one less. The great Daddy/Baby rivalry is out of the shadows and squarely in the spotlight.
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My husband has Mondays off work, so he is kind enough to take the Munchkin to school while I sleep some more clean the house.
The other day the phone rang. It was him.
“Hey, the teacher put out this schedule for parent-teacher conferences and I’ve got it right here.”
I said, “All right, tell me what times are already taken.”
“Well, there’s only one taken, and that’s at 2:30.”
“Hmmm, let’s see, I wonder when is the best time for the neighbor to babysit because the conference doesn’t really take all that long and-”
“Babe!”
“What?”
“I need you to decide. Like now.”
“Fine, I’ll take 3:15.”
“Good, I’ll put you down.”
Later when he got home, he told me that he was holding onto the clipboard for dear life as we were on the phone. Apparently all the other mothers, late as usual, were circling around him and eyeing the schedule. He told me he was almost afraid they were going to rip it out of his hands.
I patted him on the shoulder and assured him he did good.
They’re just mad because they don’t have their husband trained half as well.