My baby daddy, known around here as the Chief or my HUSBAND (lest there be any confusion), went away on a business trip for a few days. Before he left, he had a talk with Monkey about being the man of the house while he was away.
Monkey has been doing a great job as “the man,” but last night at dinner he was replaced by a new man.
A man with a new seat.
A man in his father’s seat (sort of).
A man who can now sit…with assistance.
The boys called him “baby daddy” but I changed that around to “daddy baby”…it just didn’t sound right the other way around.
He sat there stoically in his outfit that looks just like a shirt his father would wear.
He laughed with us as we enjoyed the time together.
And then he told us that he was not fond of this new responsibility as “daddy baby” and wanted to go back to being just “baby.”
No problem, baby.
The real baby daddy will be back soon anyhow.